This is a very crowded but not cramped studio.

The cabin is divided into many areas, including the oil painting area with easels, canvases, and paints, the writing area where one can work at a desk, the playing area with various musical instruments, the dance area with mirrors and sponges, and even a semi-open kitchen... Most of the creative methods you can imagine can be found here.

On the counter to the right of the door, there were three booklets. Freya and the others took them and saw that they were the rules of this building:

"Congratulations to every artist who has entered this studio. You are extremely lucky. Your works will be praised by thousands of people. You are light, you are electricity, you are the myth of the future!"

"This building was built by a 'dramatic poet'... Please remember this name, because... he is the narrator of fate, holding the power of contradictions, directing countless joys and sorrows, and witnessing the separation and reunion of the world."

"Billions of magicians in the virtual world are not even half as good as... half a point!"

"But... he is a generous magician, so he built a drama studio for his juniors, spreading his glory to any lucky person!"

"This studio needs to abide by the following rules—"

“① No matter how many people enter the studio, no matter how many works are created, they can only revolve around the same theme. The central idea is very important.”

"②Please ring the 'work bell' in the center of the house, and then we will start working until we finish. Creators can't be lazy."

"③ The theme and content of the creation do not need to be conceived by the magician. This studio will cooperate strategically with the fate question and answer, and will automatically find the most unforgettable moments in the magician's life to choreograph the drama. Life is like a play."

"④ You can't leave without creating. Those who don't work must die."

"After the creation is completed, the younger generation of magicians can receive special rewards from their own works!"

"Are you ready to create? Then, please use your talents to your heart's content and leave wonderful works for future generations!"

"It seems that Commander Heroic Soul can't get in." An Nan suddenly said.

The other two also nodded. They had all finished reading the long-winded booklet, but still no one entered the cabin, which was enough to prove that they had successfully escaped the threat of the Heroic Soul Legion.

"But we can't leave without creating. We can't go back now." As if she was sure she was out of danger, the Veela relaxed for nothing, and her thoughts began to wander. "I haven't been back for three days... Will I wet the bed..."

Shiffrin: "You might as well think about how much salary you will be deducted for being absent from work for three days."

"Sister Shifrin!" Freya opened her eyes wide and shook the little bat's shoulders pitifully.

In order to witness the secret poison of the golden fish and to climb to the time continent as soon as possible, Shiffrin finally confessed her identity to the Veela, and then they flew over the golden fish hand in hand.

But this made their relationship very awkward. Shiffrin had been pretending to be a pet for so long, and Freya also thought of how she had hugged and touched the little bat before, so they tacitly agreed not to mention what happened in the Sea of ​​Knowledge.

But Freya soon got a new job - as a psychotherapist, working as an assistant to Shifrin, whose main job was to focus on the mental health of patients.

Of course, it can also be said that the Veela was kept by the bat.

An Nan was not too worried. Recently, in order to investigate the real influence of the major families in the Gospel Kingdom, she had entrusted Xiao Banji to the care of the royal family and slept alone while she was away on business. If she didn't show up for a few days, others would think that the purple moth was weaving some conspiracy again.

After finally getting rid of the crisis that had plagued them for three days and three nights, everyone couldn't help but relax, and at the same time, they felt an urgent desire to go back.

Even if reality is a little bit worse, it is still their reality.

No matter how long they stay in the virtual world, they are ultimately just passers-by.

After a short break, they looked at the "work bell" in the center of the house. Since they couldn't decide on the theme and content of the creation, it was meaningless to discuss it, so after looking at each other, the Veela went over and rang the work bell.

Soon, Freya sat at the desk, Shivlin walked to the drawing board, and Annan opened the piano lid.

As the purple moth played the brisk and bright music, the little bat adjusted the color he liked, and the Veela saw himself writing lines of words:

"The princess lived in a monster village since she was a child. Because there were monsters all around her, she thought she was a monster too. Until she met the prince and kissed him, she turned from a monster into a princess!"

Is it a fairy tale... Freya had never read a fairy tale. She was born in a middle-class human upbringing where fairy tales were not popular and the extracurricular reading materials were all success stories and celebrity biographies.

"The princess and the prince escaped from the monster village and came to a town ruled by spiders. Unfortunately, she and the prince were caught by a small spider. They were tied up in the spider web and prepared to be sacrificed to the big spider!"

"In the lair, the princess met her sister, the little witch!"

Why is the princess's sister a witch...

"The princess took good care of the little witch and soon they became close friends. The little witch told the princess that she had a way to deal with the big spider, but she needed everyone's help. The princess agreed and asked the prince to help the little witch together!"

"They succeeded, but after the big spider died, it flew a ball full of evil energy towards the little witch. At this moment, the prince blocked the ball, triggering the evil magic on it. Fortunately, the princess grabbed his hand in time, and the two were not separated."

"Although they escaped from Spider Town, they were teleported to an unfamiliar jungle. However, a local flame tribe warmly welcomed them. In order to repay the tribe's kindness, the prince helped them repel foreign enemies and saved many lives! In order to thank the prince for his kindness, the sacred beasts of the flame tribe volunteered to become the prince's pets."

"But the Flame Tribe turned their backs on them and persecuted them. The princess and the prince fled in the jungle for a long time. Suddenly, the prince found the little witch and separated from the princess, asking her to reunite with the little witch."

"Although not much time has passed, the little witch has become a beautiful witch, and the princess is very happy. However, they are accidentally found by the evil Fire Tribe and are hunted down."

"Just then, the princess's guardian beast, the Death Crow, appeared!"

"The Black Crow helped the princess repel the Fire Tribe and protected her and the witch as they left safely. But the Black Crow also had a mission. It was chasing a monster transformed from a mirror, but it couldn't read words and couldn't gather intelligence. The princess and the witch volunteered to help the Black Crow track down the mirror monster."

"They found out that the prince was actually next to the Mirror Demon. The prince told them that the Mirror Demon was very strong and they couldn't defeat it by force, so they could only outsmart it. So everyone hid and waited for an opportunity."

An Nan's music began to become full of rhythm, like a fierce prelude to an impending storm.

"But the Mirror Demon found the treasure in the jungle and became the Great Demon King! The Great Demon King found a way to leave the jungle through the underground passage, and his army of monsters attacked Spider Town, Monster Village, and Star City. During this period, more and more monsters gathered around the prince, such as the Sword Demon that the princess hated the most, for example... But in order to defeat the Great Demon King, the princess endured it."

"But the prince's plan was exposed. The witch almost died, the sword demon disappeared, and everyone else was almost dead. The most important thing was the prince. The prince was caught."

The flowing music of the piano gradually becomes sad, like the rapids of an underground river, rushing out of the unknown darkness.

"The princess was so scared, so scared. She couldn't live without the prince, so she went to find the sword demon to save the prince, but the sword demon shook his head and tried to stop her."

"So she went to the witch to save the prince, but the witch shook her head and actually tried to stop her."

"The witch approached many people, but no one wanted to offend the devil. Even the black crows that came to ask for death flew away. Humph, then she will go by herself!"

"Just then, news came out that the prince was going to marry the great devil."

"The prince must have been forced, the princess thought. So on the wedding day, she rushed into the ceremony and tried to save the miserable prince!"

At this moment, An Nan's music also became sad and angry, like rain, thunder and wailing in the dark night!

"The prince was really happy that the princess came to save him. He held out his hand to the princess. How could the princess refuse such an invitation? The princess opened her arms and gave the prince a hug in response to this touching reunion—"

"Then, the long sword came out from the princess' back."

"The princess's blood spilled on the prince's dress. A white mist floated over her body, like a snow-white ribbon, like the most beautiful wedding dress. She almost fell into the prince's arms."

clang!

Annan's music has ended, but Freya's pen still has two last lines.

"At night, the death-threatening crow came to the prince's bedroom. The prince said he had no choice."

"Tell Black Crow that he had no choice but to kill."

Freya put down her pen. Although her soul did not feel her hands sore, she still rubbed her wrists subconsciously.

At this time, Shivlin also finished her painting. Freya looked over and knew which scene of the story it corresponded to.

On the far right, there is a woman whose figure is vaguely visible.

In the middle is a prince dressed in gorgeous clothes and holding a sword.

Then on the left, she lunged forward, with a mist of white satin floating around her body, like a princess in a wedding dress.

This is the scene at a wedding in a fairy tale.

However, when they finished watching the works of Shiffrin and Freya, they all showed puzzled expressions.

“Whose story is this anyway?”

…

…

In the underground hall.

The viewer put away his sword and silently wiped the blood with his elbow.

Weisser noticed that this was the only time in the Trial Phantom that the Observer did not directly behead someone, but pierced their heart instead. Although it might be because of the Sanctuary Phantom, according to the Observer's style, it would still be safer to directly behead someone.

Suddenly, Weisser felt a chill and quickly took a few steps back.

She turned to look at the viewer, only to find that the viewer was standing in front of the phantom corpse, staring at her silently.

"You won't even let me see it..." Weisser thought to herself, and took the initiative to distance herself ten steps from the viewer.

…

Snap!

Ash pierced the Mirror Master's back with a sword!

Therefore, the trial phantom held by the mirror master also had his sword blade pierce his heart! The phantom fell down with a bang, and two balls of flames flew towards the two people.

“It’s finally over.”

Ash let out a long breath. Even though his strength had recovered, he was almost exhausted and fell to the ground.

He never wanted to fight in the Holy Land as a mortal again.

Every step is life-threatening and there is no room for error. Moreover, before the opponent's magical power is exhausted, their attacks cannot cause any damage to the Sanctuary Magician.

This is no longer a fight, it's torture.

However, he saw the mirror owner still lying on the ground, so he went over to pull her up, "Why, your injury hasn't healed yet?"

"I'm healed, but I'm a little tired." A tired voice was indeed heard from behind the fox mask.

"You fought too hard this time," Ash sighed. "In order to create a chance to kill, you even desperately clung to the Sanctuary Phantom. Even I dare not do that... Are you atonement for your sins?"

"Atonement?" The owner of the mirror turned his head suddenly.

"Well, atone for Silver Lantern's sins." Ash said, "As Silver Lantern's half, do you feel remorse for what she did?"

The Mirror Master was silent for a moment, then he looked past the phantom corpse and said:

"Maybe."