I Got 999 Level With One Cut

He was lying on the third floor of the temple, which was as dark as usual. There were two lit candles on his bed. He moved his fingers and toes to make sure that he was not injured. The result was that he did not. The only problem was that he felt that the muscles on his face were very stiff. Garb Neville twisted his fat body and pinched his face. He took out a mirror from the bedside table and looked at it. In the end, he found that his face, which had been burned by the fireball, was covered with a mask. No matter what expression he made, there was no change in his expression.    

However, this was not a big problem. What really puzzled the fat Pope was that as the emissary closest to Holy Spirit Watt, he should have servants by his side at all times. In fact, without the help of others, with his body size, it would be very difficult for him to rely on his own strength to get off the bed. And now, on the third floor of the Temple, the Pope's bedroom was empty. Other than Garb Neville himself, there was only a small silver plate beside him and a wet towel inside.    

So, where did everyone go?    

The fat Pope began to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness.    

Well, a little girl who had made some kind of modification to the steam engine somehow broke through the Temple's defense system. She appeared in front of him, who was eating, and tried to sell her ugly and stupid machinery and blueprints. How is this possible? No matter how advanced and efficient her invention was, or whether it was a devil's machine or not, for himself and all vested interests, he had to refuse... And execute this infidel who tried to change the situation.    

This was not only a selfish consideration, but also a factor to maintain social stability. A girl from the slums of Karaur invented a machine that could change the world, and thus became a respected inventor. What would the other lower class people think? This was absolutely not possible. These people would come and sell their labor to the lowest level in order to exchange for some food and broken shelters. He had to let them realize, no, he had to let them deeply engrave this sentence in their hearts: the lowlifes would always be the lowlifes. As long as someone tried to change their social status, they would always be the lowlifes. He would die a miserable death.    

The structure of this world and the way people live have not changed for thousands of years.    

Not changing means stability, which means that in the future, he can continue like this until he dies, until countless generations of people die, until the final judgment arrives...    

But all these beautiful thoughts were interrupted by a fireball.    

He remembered that he could only watch helplessly as the fireball flew towards his face.    

Alright.    

Despite his confusion, he still moved his legs bit by bit, trying to get off the bed.    

Although it was difficult, after a few minutes, Garb Neville finally found a way to stand up.    

There was no one else in the other rooms on the third floor.    

However, the fat Pope, who paid great attention to details, narrowed his eyes and discovered something strange.    

Was the light coming in from outside the window too bright?    

At the beginning, the temple did not have a single window, and the lighting of the entire building was all dependent on the light source inside. In the end, it looked like the headquarters of the Black Evil Faction. Therefore, a Pope from hundreds of years ago ordered several black colored glass windows to be installed in the temple.    

In fact, it was useless.    

Because the lights in Parland City were far from being bright, and through this dyed window, there was even less light that could be seen in the room.    

But now, Garb Neville suddenly realized that the light that passed through these few windows was much stronger than before, and even made the entire third floor brighter.    

He narrowed his eyes and went to the window to look outside.    

He saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.    

St. Parland was standing on a verdant grassland. The railway and river extended to the end of the horizon. The mountain peak in the distance seemed to want to pierce through the sky. A few white clouds were floating in the distance.    

Garb Neville was now sure that the St. Parland, and even the entire human world had undergone a tremendous change. This change had caused all of his servants to run away, and it had caused the city to appear in a different location. This was a place that looked somewhat similar to the "ground."    

The city must have fallen into chaos, and the confused citizens need my consolation. As he thought, he slowly walked down the stairs.    

He walked out of the main gate of the temple, narrowed his eyes, and adapted to the glaring sunlight. The entire world was painted with gorgeous colors, and the gentle wind blew his white clothes.    

In the world he saw, there were no signs of a so-called "giant monster" appearing.    

Garb Neville suddenly realized that his belief had been shaken a little.    

It must be all an illusion. It must be fake. It doesn't exist.    

As he thought of this, he laid on the edge of the square in front of the temple, trying to find traces of other people in the Parland, which looked like an empty city. In the end, he successfully found a few tiny figures in the square in front of the train station.    

Garb Neville patted his stomach and walked unsteadily towards the elevator.    

Half an hour later.    

Before people could recover from the huge changes, three steam-powered motorcycles had already set off from the railway station in Parland. They followed the railway that Riko carried up with her to the other eight cities. Their goal was to restore the communications first.    

This matter was arranged by Edina. This girl, who was no bigger than Riko, displayed an amazing overall view and organizational coordination ability when she came to the ground. She was not immersed in the joy of returning to the ground, but when the sun gradually sank to the west. The organizers safely spent the first night when they came to the new world.    

When Garb Neville appeared in the square in front of the station, Loli Merlin was carefully pulling down the large wanted poster from the wall.    

"Don't you think I'm very handsome by doing this? When I go back and build the Mage Tower, I must hang this thing at the most conspicuous place in the hall on the first floor."    

Seeing the fat Pope appear, Black Haired Great Devil Instructor was stunned for a moment. Then she smiled and waved her hand with a kind face. No one could imagine that a few hours ago, she had just thrown the fireball on the fat Pope's face.    

"Ah, hello."