"The so-called squeezing of magic and excessive use of magic actually does not exist at all." Gardevoir smiled and shook his head: "The current statement is just a rhetoric written by us victors."

"...Are these things you showed me real?"

In the grand scene of countless magic flying in the air, Duan Qing, who was silent for a while, finally raised his doubts: "According to what you said before, those books written by unknown people... were not created out of thin air by the Void Library.

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"That's the root of the problem."

The smile on the corner of his mouth grew bigger and bigger. Gardevoir, who was wearing a black robe, stretched out his hand again, and then handed a bottle of magic potion that he took out from nowhere to Duan Qing's face: "This is also what I want you to do.

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"What's this?"

"Energy potion made from the materials you provided."

Facing the confused look that appeared on Duan Qing's face again, Gardevoir blinked his eyes: "I've had it before, and it's very effective."

The young face of the woman in front of him that he had shown a few days ago suddenly flashed through his mind. Duan Qing didn't say a word for a while. He just stared at the delicate and compact bottle of medicine in his hand and took a deep breath.

In one breath: "...I understand."

"Then let me see... what this world really looks like."

He held his breath, drank the potion in his hand, and then slowly opened his eyes in the energy package that had nothing to do with this illusory world. The fierce battle scene then became apparent in his field of vision.

It floated up, floating away into the distance one by one, and then like countless splashes of paint, the originally extremely realistic three-dimensional image was pulled into pieces of movie curtains.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Gardevoir's question came to his ears, and Duan Qing finally woke up from the strange scene in front of him. Then he shook his head and got rid of the dull look on his face: "I saw it..."
Chapter completed!