Chapter 429 The Elf Queen’s Persistence (2)

Time stands still!

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

An image suddenly appeared in his mind: a fat kid who was not loved by his grandma and uncle... No, that was hypnosis.

It is a story about a boy who was abandoned by his father when he was young. He was unwilling to fall into depravity, so after mastering a set of skills, he went to school to seek revenge on his sisters and worked hard.

In short, the ability to stop time mostly appears in various animations. It is the kind of ability that is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar. Every man wants to master it. I really didn't expect that it would appear before my eyes now.

Well, before, time was slowing down, but now time is standing still?

So what is the next ability? Is it to reverse time and space?

Ron shook his head, trying to suppress the chaotic images in his mind. Now was not the time to think about these things.

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

The rich energy began to flow into the soul little by little, and the practice began.

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

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

At this moment, where was Mirabelle's demeanor as an elf queen? Her originally smooth emerald green hair had long lost its original luster, like a bunch of dead grass. Her clothes were tattered, and her hands were covered with cracks and even callouses. She was like a madman, moving stones from in front of her to behind her.

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

Mirabelle didn't know what the point of her persistence was. She just subconsciously and desperately wanted to find the man from the ruins, whether he was alive or dead.

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

Her little hands moved one stone after another, uncovering one piece of ruins after another.

She hadn't had any water for a long time.

Although, for someone of her strength, food and fresh water are no longer necessities, the feeling of hunger is still uncomfortable. But Mirabelle seemed to be completely unaware of it. She was just trying hard, trying hard, trying hard, looking for that tiny bit of hope.

Every time she moved a boulder, she was full of hope, but every time the boulder was moved, she was left with only disappointment.

Hope, disappointment, hope, disappointment...

The reincarnation that is comparable to hell is like a huge whirlpool. Mirabelle has been reincarnated in this whirlpool hundreds of thousands of times. She doesn’t know how she managed to hold on for the long 189 days.

Are you tired?

very tired.

But compared to physical fatigue, mental torture is even more despairing.

The mountain collapsed.

The small town turned into ruins.

The fingers with polished nails lifted up the messy long hair in front of the forehead, and the pair of eyes that had long lost their original luster stared quietly at the ruins in front of them.

After 189 days of hard work, she didn't know how many stones she had moved. She didn't even know what the point was of continuing like this. Perhaps, one day in the future, when all her willpower was worn out, she would give up, right? But that was in the future. At least for now, she couldn't let go of her obsession.

Whether he was alive or dead, she still wanted to see him one more time, at least just once.

I looked down at her little hands. The originally delicate fingers were now covered with cracks and the nails had disappeared. The once beautiful and tender hands were now rough.

The clothes on her body were tattered, and her calves were completely exposed. Her originally delicate, snow-white calves with graceful curves were now covered with scars caused by cuts from the stones.

Further down, there is a pair of small feet.

The soles of the shoes had long been worn away, with a few toes sticking out.

Mirabelle exhaled and smiled bitterly. She no longer looked like an elf queen. Even a beggar on the street would be better than her, right? One hundred and eighty-nine days of hard work day and night was too much for her. Mirabelle even felt that if she closed her eyes now, she would fall asleep immediately.

It was clearly just the first time that she and the man met, but Mirabelle could not have 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 gates of hell when half of his body was already submerged in it.

Perhaps, it was because he cut off the Holy Father's arm and saved her from suffering.

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

Perhaps, it was his not-so-broad back that blocked the way in front of her.

She had been living in a precarious situation, facing the possibility of death at any time for inexplicable reasons. She did not understand love and had no time to care about those things.

However, Mirabelle knew that the man was like a whirlpool of terror, and she had sunk into it and could no longer escape.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

What if it was one hundred and eighty-nine days? Even if it was one thousand eight hundred and ninety days, or eighteen thousand nine hundred days, no matter how hard it was, no matter what year or month it was, she would definitely find him, definitely! She would tell him in person that she loved him.

The moment he stood in front of her.

Mirabelle sniffed hard, and dug out another huge stone from the ruins with her hands. She took a casual look at it, then threw the stone onto the hill behind her, and then repeated the same action.

…

Phew! I learned how to make time stand still.

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

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

The erosion and pollution of evil gods mainly affect the soul, spirit, and will, but this does not mean that the physical body will not be affected. It’s just that the impact is not as serious as the spiritual pollution.

Moreover, even if the body is polluted, the ultimate goal of this pollution is to erode the soul.

When Father God Alecia polluted Ron, his body was inevitably affected. Once his soul returned, the pollution remaining in his flesh would gradually spread to his soul.

This was something Ron didn't want to see.

As for a body that has lost its soul, the pollution will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, it’s just that the time will be 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 control his body for a moment.

Ron estimated that he had been in seclusion on the Soul Ferry for about twenty-five days. In the Dusk Continent, one or two hundred days would have passed. No wonder his body had become like this.

However, there is some good news. At least, the pollution in the body has basically dissipated on its own.

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

His fingers trembled slightly.

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

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)