The Lord Of The Secret Dimension
The Mind Processing Stage

"You hear a voice from that direction, brother?" Ask a guard to his fellow race.

"No. The bees won't come to the carcass flower!" Said another bodyguard nearby.

He looked away and kept increasing his alertness.

"Not going to mean nothing at all! It was obvious the boy was acting again!" Said someone approaching the two guards.

"Miss Yucha, sir? Then we have to stop him!" Said the two guards excitedly.

"no need. The elder ordered not to disturb him for a while. After all, you want to run away and exchange positions with other members, so complete your tasks!" Said the two guards' superiors.

Precise and sharp like an arrow reaching its target.

He is better known as a superior figure who is competent in designing ideas and strategies so that it is not uncommon for rivals and subordinates to choose a peaceful way before raising the white flag.

It really turned around 180° when compared to its trust elders.

"Good, Master!" Say both guards at the same time.

Meanwhile, Ezcha's father is near an ancient house that is not too big.

He settles down and walks near the window just to satisfy his curiosity.

"Good! It's good enough here. Isolated and cold... What a beautiful camouflage, isn't it?" Think of Ezcha's father by picking up the dry foliage he found in the windows of an ancient house.

He used it carefully so as not to make any noticeable difference among the others.

"Hm... These windows are mounted to their height more or less. The story can be said to be so complete for more than a year. Their net worth, I think, exceeds their maximum. Yeah... It was no wonder that they chose this place as an increase in the qualification standards!" Ezcha's father thought by flapping his wings without making any sound and went into the basement.

Before he entered the basement as he wished, he preferred to observe the steps and stages as the workers occupied themselves in his mining field.

He really did not care whether the observations he made were of good use or not because for him the sensation of fighting had been very tight in his life.

"Hey, stalker! I'll help you get inside on condition that you take me out of this place!" Said the daughter Ezcha's father had met before.

He was very confident and clearly visible that his thoughts and hopes would be in line with his goals.

"Come fast follow my way! Just agree and no one is harmed between us!", the sentences strongly describe what Ezcha's father's own eyes see through the gestures even though the interlocutor does not say in such a way.

"No, thank you. I appreciate your intention to help you. It's a pity that you overestimated your words and actions!" Ezcha's father immediately darted to the ground and walked into the basement.

He left the girl he had met alone on a tree branch with a cold night wind.

Sounds cruel and heartless actually, but it is not an important business for him.

"PROCK! PROK'S! PROK'S!"

"He will be the best explorer partner! I want to see again and again! Will it stay the same as the previous one?" Say the girl clapping enthusiastically, then stop and decide to enjoy the bright night sky along with the outdoors that is always by her side.

On the other hand, Ezcha's father slipped here and there, through the passageways passed by the workers, and entered one last road as his main choice.

"True, this is the place!" Think of Ezcha's father by activating his 'Solenoid' ability.

As he jumped and set his foot on the roof of the room, he felt his body being forced to sit on the ground.

He really still did not understand why he was treated like that along with witnessing the resurrection of the spirit figure.

The resurrection of the spirit figure feels imperfect if he loses the Informan.

"My descendants... Is it a new month now?" Ask the spirit figure to Ezcha's father with a gaze filled with gaps of weakness.

"K-Grandfather p-predecessor 1? No. gabe. You're rising faster than I thought!" Speak Ezcha's father by saluting him in a sitting position.

"Wake up and take me out, my descendant!" Speak Ezcha's father's predecessor by changing his form.

"Sure!" Ezcha's father said by making an alternative path because he did not want to make his predecessor take pains in getting rid of his enemy's puppet.

Only by teleporting, he and his predecessor saw the outdoors and still natural.

The black crow that was good at hiding in the darkness of night came to meet his master's wrist.

The two of them spoke very deeply, while Ezcha's father had absolutely no intention of hearing her talk.

One thing that makes him have to wake up from his dream, which is when someone who first invites him to talk after the death of his race is in front of him by assuring that he himself can overcome his punishment.

At the same time, the Black Crow changed its form into a Jiquousy race and stood behind the back of its master.

"I'm sure you don't know who we are yet! We have the same goal, my descendant! Even though you don't show your deepest anger, we know you're going through the same thing with us because we're from the same blood." Speak Ezcha's father's predecessor by extending his hand.

Ezcha's father stared intently at his two subordinates until he finally believed in his own choice.

"You and the others will surely say whatever persuades me because you need me. I doubt if you can guarantee the development as expected." Speak Ezcha's father with full decisiveness.

"BIPP!!!"

A voice appeared in Levord's ear along with the disappearance of one by one of the memories Ezcha had lent him.

Unstable and up and down made his ears bleed.

"His idea is just that? However, the present is more important and we will complete this test as soon as possible!" Levord muttered with a look at the scar on his hand.

"YYYYYYYY!!!"

Levord who was still at the stage of mind processing was aware of the presence of his enemies.

Blazing red eyes were very different from the others.

He became excited when he found out he did not need to approach his main target directly because of one of them, that is Kalvetno already in front of him with the look of his eyes are cold and very likely to be pierced into the bone.

Modified large axes with other advanced features slash at the whim of their owners.

His steps were full of decisiveness, his subtle movements, and the result of his powerful use made Levord easy in opening the door to patterns, strategies, and thoughts that had been covered in a mist of illusion.

"Not here? Good riddance! That way, your hiding place will shrink, Kalvetno!" Levord said, turning his face away, and the palm of his hand touched his gaze freely.

"Huh! This is no fun! You should have asked your other best friend!" Kalvetno uttered with a grunt annoyed at feeling she had to experience the settlement she hated the most.

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