NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 371: Chapter 371
A golden door appeared in front of Takumi, and he stepped through it.
The scene in front of him shifted, revealing a brand-new world. European medieval architecture, bustling streets, and the unmistakable atmosphere of life in a different world unfolded before him.
However, Takumi didn't experience the same sense of wonder he once had when watching anime. He had seen far too many of these otherworldly settings. In the 'Teyvat Universe,' nearly every race imaginable existed—monsters, orcs, demi-humans, elves, demons, angels—everything.
Takumi appeared as an ordinary human in this world, calmly walking down the street, his will extending outward silently. In an instant, he had analyzed the structure of the entire world.
This was a typical "plane world," but also an incomplete one. It should have been able to give birth to "gods," but its foundation had always been compromised due to various reasons. This led to chaos within the world's operating system.
The system's instability caused the authority, rules, and concepts that should have been used for the "birth of gods" to scatter throughout the world indiscriminately. The so-called "world's chosen" who had received blessings were actually receiving fragments of "power," "rules," and "concepts."
This was similar to those who possessed the 'God's Eye.' The power meant to create gods had ended up in the hands of some beings who had an understanding of the world's nature.
The 'Witch,' 'Sin Archbishop,' and 'Dragon' possessed the largest shares of this power. As for the world on the other side of the so-called "Great Falls," it was actually an area of chaotic time and space—similar to the former 'Teyvat Continent,' which had unintentionally attracted outside entities.
It had even connected with another plane world: 'Earth.'
"With my current power, the plane world holds no secrets for me," Takumi sighed. He could even create large tracts of a world within the dimensional gap of the Teyvat Universe.
Not only Takumi, but even the Four Shadows of the Sky and Esdeath could create plane worlds. With the current progress, Dainsleif and Aether would soon be able to do the same.
For the truly strong, the world is a playground. When Takumi first read the novel "Problem Children Are Coming from Another World, Aren't They?" he didn't quite understand how Shiroyasha treated the world as her playground. Now, he understood completely. For a being capable of creating worlds, using them as playgrounds or creating countless beauties for self-entertainment was entirely within reason.
Though he could do it, creating beauty himself felt like molding clay—every detail formed by his own hand. It lacked a natural spark. Life still reproduces best when left to its own devices.
With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, Takumi turned left and entered an alley. The alley directly connected to the slums of the Kingdom of Lugnica's royal capital.
Life in the medieval period was cruel for ordinary people. Without the skills or the backing to avoid trouble, anyone could find themselves caught up in inexplicable incidents and potentially lose their life.
However, for now, Lugnica was relatively peaceful. The contemporary 'Sword Saint' maintained order. The neighboring countries, in contrast, were in turmoil, plagued by warring lords and frequent slave raids. The nobles controlled the power of magic, which made it almost impossible for ordinary people to gain power—unless they became wealthy merchants.
For ordinary people, survival often meant stealing or resorting to other means.
Walking into the slums, Takumi's ornate clothing did not provoke hatred. From a level of sheer power, there was no one in this world capable of disrespecting him. Even without releasing any aura, he exuded a presence that set him apart.
Soon, he arrived at his destination. It could hardly be called a residence—more like a shack made from a few pieces of rotting wood. The bed inside was nothing more than a heavily patched sofa discarded by others.
A young girl was attempting to secure the collapsing structure with a rope. She appeared to be about twelve or thirteen, with short blonde hair. Malnourished, her skin was pale, and her frame undersized. She lacked vitality, her development clearly stunted.
"Why won't it stay up? Am I tying it wrong?" the girl muttered through gritted teeth as she struggled with the rope.
Hearing footsteps behind her, her survival instincts kicked in. She paused what she was doing, immediately turning to see who was approaching. Her ruby-red eyes locked onto Takumi's indescribably beautiful face.
For a moment, her cheeks flushed. An unfamiliar feeling arose in her chest—something akin to shyness. Her voice quivered as she spoke.
"Who are you? Why are you staring at me? Haven't you ever seen a girl from the slums before?"
Weird... This guy is so strange. He seems to have some kind of strange magic that makes it impossible to dislike him. And...
Takumi looked at the girl and touched his chin. "I've seen girls from the slums before, but this is the first time I've seen one that truly interests me."
She wore black tights—only one leg intact—a red bandana around her ankle, a bra made from cut tights to cover her upper body, and a small white jacket that had clearly been washed repeatedly. A scarf wrapped around her neck, and her short hair was tied back with a black ribbon.
Despite being a girl from the slums, her face was remarkably clean, which made her stand out.
The girl, Felt, put down the rope she was holding and bared her small fangs, clearly trying to appear angry. But for some reason, she couldn't muster her anger.
"What are you talking about, mister? Interested in me, a slum girl? You look like some noble. Are you looking for a mistress? Sorry, but I hate nobles. Leave now."
Takumi smiled. "A noble? No, I'm not one of them. There are plenty who wish they could get my favor but never will."
Felt didn't seem surprised. "With that aura, I knew you weren't just any noble..." When she met Takumi's eyes, she froze.
Takumi looked at the stunned Felt and smiled. "Well... They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Even if I do nothing, ordinary people who look into my eyes..."