“It’s like a miracle.”

【miracle】.

This sentence reached the mind of the comic will, it gradually realized what was happening, and then suddenly burst into a scream: "What are you doing!!"

"No, you should say what did you do, why did you do this? No, that's not right, how could you do this?"

It was obvious that after leaving the comic world - without that special environment to rely on, it was impossible for the black-haired young man to use the abilities he acquired in the comic world!

But why… ?

Because the series of events that just happened were too difficult to understand, the comic will became incoherent.

Although there was clearly another existence in his mind that kept making harsh noises, the black-haired young man's expression and tone remained calm, and it seemed that there was no difference at all.

He even had the mood to calmly reply: "I understand. Congratulations to Dr. John for me."

The assistant was stunned for a moment: "W-won't you come over and take a look?"

Cesar: “That’s not necessary.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

If the editor-in-charge had not left, he would have seen that the young man who had appeared gentle and friendly in front of him not long ago would have become extremely cold and indifferent when he completely restrained his facial expression.

That kind of coldness was not the kind of coldness that makes one not want others to get close to him in the general sense, but rather an extremely clear sense of distance. As long as people saw the black-haired young man, they would feel that there was a huge gap between themselves and him. Naturally, they would feel that the black-haired young man exuded an oppressive chill, and thus would not dare to get close to him at all.

The voice of the comic will involuntarily weakened a little: "...You need to give me an explanation. I am your partner."

The black-haired young man laughed, but there was no emotion in his voice: "But isn't all this caused by you?"

Comic Will: "......???"

Xizel smiled and calmly analyzed it: "It was you who signed the contract with me, wasn't it?"

"You chose to make me a popular character in the comic world, boosting the popularity of the comics, and you paid me by completely curing my disease."

The black-haired young man spoke at a leisurely pace, and he even poured himself a glass of water.

"Of course you knew that some of this power would inevitably transfer to me and promote the formation of my [setting] in the comic world, but you didn't expect that after the character [Christine] appeared-"

The comic will felt his entire brain buzzing, and murmured as he completed the second half: "During that time, your background identity had been almost complete, and the setting of the Son of God further attracted the fanatical love of comic readers, guiding them in another direction in their subconscious... Then this part was concentrated on you, and the extra faith power brought by readers from another world was finally brought back by you..."

If it was the black-haired young man at the beginning, even with so much power of faith, he would be completely unable to use it.

But when a person's status - or ability - rises to a certain level, it becomes easy to do certain things.

Cesare Crest is a character who is a true genius in any world. He is an agent in the comics and even an agent who has collected enough faith in the world and is suspected by the protagonist of the comics to become a god when he does not know the truth.

The comics' will has completely died.

Does this count as inviting a wolf into the house?

You know, if this is true, according to the comparison between César Crest's ability and its own strength, it is absolutely impossible for it to bring the other party back to the comic world, and even whether it can go back is still a question.

Without the constraints and incentives of rewards, what does the life or death of the comic book world have to do with Cecil Cleist?

Just when the comic will felt completely desperate, it saw the black-haired young man blink his eyes, and suddenly broke away from the extremely cold and indifferent state just now, which could even be said to be extremely villainous. It sighed as if it was hurt:

"So you really think of me like this."

Comic Will: "..."

The comic's will has been completely confused by César.

It couldn't tell the difference between true and false, but it knew that the assumption was the worst for it, so it could only speak cautiously and sob: "...So, were you teasing me again?"

"No." The black-haired young man smiled, his temperament was pure and kind: "Don't throw dirty water on me. I only told you the first half, isn't the rest all your own imagination?"

The comic's will was choked.

It seems to be true...?

Just as it was beginning to doubt its life, it heard the black-haired young man continue, "But your imagination is somewhat correct about Christine. You've made great progress. Keep it up."

"...You really don't want to abandon me and stay in reality to dominate?" The comic will hesitated and said, "Although the faith in the real world is not as pure as the faith in the comic world, and the power it brings is not as much, but..."

"What's my last name?"

The black-haired young man said nonchalantly.

"K-Krest."

A clear and dazzling smile bloomed on the face of the black-haired young man.

He tilted his head slightly, but his tone was extremely calm: "Doesn't this surname explain everything?"

The black-haired young man tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips, as if he had thought of something, and said, "As for the strange reaction of the editor when he saw me, it was only because I used some tricks to distinguish myself from the comic character."

“Aren’t these your demands?”

The comic will be speechless.

The black-haired young man seemed to sigh slightly again.

"What you need to do now is to keep your sanity and the world stable, instead of getting upset over a small matter. Otherwise, we can terminate the contract right now, and I can save myself from wasting my time."

This was said very impolitely, and the calm and unruffled tone made it even more irritating, but this time the comic book was able to keenly grasp the subtext of the black-haired young man -

"Are you willing to continue to follow me back and help me pull the world back?!"

Hearing the voice that was suddenly full of surprise, the black-haired young man seemed to have a slight smile in his eyes: "If you still have doubts, you might as well think about what I said before."

The comic will quickly and obediently began brainstorming.

This time the search for memory did not take it too long.

It quickly "saw" what the black-haired young man had said.

He said that he would rather exist as a human being than a god who had lost all emotions and desires.

…

…

The comic will successfully brought César back to the comic world.

The moment it returned to the comic book world, it started to complain: "I was wondering why my power became so weak when I went there, and I even had to sleep for several hours to recover. It turns out that all the faith power over there was absorbed by you."

As it spoke, it began to covet Xia Zuo's faith again: "As the [Savior] I chose during my prime, the power of his faith must be even stronger... It's a pity that I can't get it and can't use it."

Otherwise, the pressure would definitely be much less now.

The black-haired young man nodded, smiled in support of the comic's will, then turned around and did his own thing.

The trip to the real world was more like a trip to rescue people than a vacation - and to complete additional tasks that arose due to the failure of the comic's will.

But at the same time, he didn't spend much time in reality, so naturally not much time passed in the comic world either.

Not to mention that before he left, he specifically notified Ben and several other staff members. Therefore, during the time he was in the real world, no one came to disturb him, and they did not realize that the warden was not in the area he mentioned.

"Since you mentioned Xia Zuo just now, you must be thinking about him." The black-haired warden blinked and said with a smile: "Let's go and see how he is doing."

Unlike Xia Zuo, he doesn't have to worry about Ursula's situation now. According to his estimation, under the absolute suppression in the library, the other party cannot freely spread her tentacles in the library now.

So, it is not an easy task for a little girl who looks about seven or eight years old to clean the first floor of the library by herself.

At least for now, she definitely cannot complete it in a short period of time.

But Xia Zuo's life, living with the prisoners, was much more colorful.

Because he was assigned to the side of Aaron and the bird keeper as soon as he arrived, and directly came to the "top" and most dangerous area of ​​the prison, the brown-haired boy has been the subject of much discussion.

After all, since this area is generally recognized to be prone to death, only prisoners with considerable strength will be assigned there. While they endure the danger, they will also receive relatively better treatment, configuration and respect from fellow prisoners.

For example, the small cell beginning with D where Aaron was imprisoned before. Prisoners of his level normally have no chance to experience that.

As for being put together like Vila Junca and Tong En because they can get along well, that is even more impossible. Not to mention whether the two prisoners can get along well with others, the brown-haired boy's personality is obviously not compatible with them.

"I heard that Aaron almost attacked that guy yesterday?" In between working in exchange for food and a chance to survive, a prisoner whispered to the person next to him.

"Um."

The person next to him suddenly became very serious at work and did not answer him.

The sound came from behind.

The prisoner, who had a sudden inspiration, turned back tremblingly, and then found in despair that the young warden, who was much taller than him, had been standing behind him without any emotion since some time ago.