Gregory finally understood who he had met. The Sanctuary Magician couldn't help laughing: "I thought you were very courageous, but I didn't expect you to be just a fool."

"A year ago, there wouldn't be any Sanctuary magicians robbing people on the streets," the young man said dimly.

"But the world is no longer the same as it was a year ago! This is an era of chaos and opportunity! Even if you are just an ordinary person, you should have read the Ghost Manual to know what a true magician is!"

The young man suddenly felt nauseous as if he had eaten a fly: "I don't think all magicians are willing to be represented by the Ghost Prophet..."

"But this is the reality. Only magicians who are willing to do anything to succeed can take advantage of this era!" Gregory waved his hand: "Forget it, what can I say to a fool like you..."

Bang!

The round table was instantly shattered into pieces by the huge gravity, and the plate of noodles was also shattered into pieces. The noodles and meat covered with sauce fell to the ground with a bang. The young man held the chopsticks and looked down at the midnight snack he had only eaten a few bites of.

"If you don't want to become like that bowl of noodles, just get out of here. Don't think that I don't dare to kill ordinary people." Gregory said coldly.

"...I won't mind you wasting my food, but if you continue to bully the little girl, I will call the police and report you to Red Hat."

"Can you please get out of here soon?"

The young man was startled and looked at the metal doll Seshilia who was lying on the ground and trembling.

"You keep talking so self-righteously and you can't help me at all..." Cecilia gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice: "If I could move, I would want to beat you up."

"I like the gospel very much, so I hope that the gospel should be a beautiful country, for example, when the weak are bullied, there will be people who speak up for justice, and for example, the strong will not plunder the property of the weak." The young man sighed: "It is impossible for everyone to learn from the ghost prophet and trample on others in order to survive, right?"

"What a joke! I came here just to make a deal with the devil and then trample everyone under my feet!"

Seshilia suddenly jumped up, hot steam came out of her metal limbs, and she kicked Gregory's neck with a roundhouse kick! She actually broke through the suppression of the gravity field with the built-in drive of her metal prosthesis, like a ferocious and elegant metal doll!

Now she is in Gregory's sanctuary, and Gregory can't block this kick with his sanctuary—

Pah! The mantis blade extended from its long iron legs slashed at the transparent barrier, and the pattering rain hit Cecilia's face—Gregory was able to instantly retract the sanctuary and shrink it to his body!

"Two idiots." Gregory's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pressed down hard with his finger: "Die!"

The more terrifying gravity pressed Cecilia to the ground like a hammer. She groaned, and her whole body was in pain as if it was being crushed into pulp. In the moment before death, she unexpectedly did not feel much despair in her heart. Instead, she was thinking about the chattering fool. When she thought that there was such a fool with an excessive sense of justice who would die with her, the darkest corner of her heart was inexplicably comforted.

However, the expected ten thousand tons of gravity did not come. Cecilia moved her ears and found that the surroundings suddenly became very quiet. There was not even the sound of raindrops. Her body did not feel pressed down. She could even sit up by supporting herself on the ground.

The world stopped, and the rain solidified into water drops in the air, like countless transparent crystals. The arrogant and cold Gregory, the grinning little leader, the voodoo members standing in a row... everyone was frozen in time, like a painting.

No, not everyone is frozen.

The young man picked up a pair of chopsticks and walked out of the store. When he walked through the rain, it was like he was breaking through countless crystals, and the raindrops bloomed in the air. He approached the nearest voodoo member and inserted the chopsticks into his eye sockets.

Cecilia couldn't help but close her eyes, and she seemed to hear the sound of the lens breaking in her ears.

"I don't want to see the strong trample on the weak, nor do I want to solve problems with violence." He seemed to be explaining something: "Because bullying the weak and fighting violence with violence are addictive, and I don't want to become a ghost prophet."

Soon, he used chopsticks to pierce the right eyes of more than a dozen voodoo members, leaving only their left eyes. When he walked to Gregory, there were only two chopsticks left.

"No one is always strong. Everyone has been weak at some point." He inserted two chopsticks into the eye sockets of the Saint Domain Magician until the chopsticks came out from the back of his head, and sighed, "Is it so difficult not to trample on others?"

He stood in front of Gregory for a while, as if admiring his own masterpiece. Seshilia sat on the ground, not daring to breathe, her mind was in a mess and she couldn't think at all. She originally thought that Gregory was the most terrifying existence tonight, but she didn't expect that there was a monster that could crush Gregory - could he be the legendary... legendary magician! ?

"It is indeed possible... maybe this is the truth."

When Cecilia heard the young man talking to himself, she suddenly got goosebumps. She hugged herself and curled up into a ball, praying that the monster would not discover her.

"Ah, sorry, I just suddenly figured out something." He turned and smiled at Cecilia, "I used to think that the six gods created different social systems to pursue different interests, but now it seems that they may not be so utilitarian."

"What behaviors they hate, what deeds they like, what people they don't want to see, what people they want to see... They must have formed different perspectives in the process of growing up. In the past, they were not strong enough, so they had to endure the phenomena in society that they could not accept. But when they become gods, they no longer have to endure or compromise. Even if there is no benefit, they will definitely do this - who wants to live under the same sky with the insects they hate?"

"Okay." He smiled, "It's time to talk about your business."

Cecilia swallowed her saliva and couldn't help asking an irrelevant question: "You made the world stop?"

"How is that possible? If the world is really still, you shouldn't be able to see anything right now. After all, even light will stop... I only stopped the tangible objects in this area, and the real time is still flowing." The young man shook his head: "The real world stopping is an unimaginable miracle. I am just bullying ordinary people."

Are even the Sanctuary Mages just ordinary people?!

Cecilia huddled up into a ball. If the trembling in her voice just now was due to pain, now it was due to fear: "You, what do you want from me?"

"Wrong, you are looking for me."

Ash squatted down, tilted his head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, I should be the devil you want to trade with."