"If I went over and couldn't come back, that would be awkward."
"Although I could still take the route through the Giant King's Court, I don't want to rashly explore the Forsaken Land of the Gods like that."
"At the very least, I need to prepare enough food and powerful mystical items first..."
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"Carrying the Planeswalker characteristic directly should solve the problem of returning, but I'd be very likely to run into Kotar, the Demonic Wolf who had just found his little blanket, or Amon, whose avatars roamed everywhere."
"If only I had the Key of Stars characteristic. The authority of 'Positioning' should let me enter and leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods at will."
After muttering to himself for a while, he casually flicked out a sheet of drawing paper and tossed it through the Door.
City of Silver, in a cramped room at the bottom of the Round Tower used to isolate Beyonders showing signs of losing control.
At the center of the cold wind that whirled and howled, within the ghostly blue candle flame that continuously swelled and stretched, an illusory door was outlined.
Watching the illusory door take shape, Derrick felt a flicker of excitement in his heart.
This meant that the ritual he had performed had basically succeeded. All that remained was a response from the other side of the ritual.
He took a deep breath and stared unblinkingly at the illusory door before him, waiting for Mr. Fate's response.
Two or three seconds later, a white sheet of paper that looked far more refined than the parchment and straw paper used in the City of Silver drifted out from behind the Door.
On the front of the paper was a lifelike portrait of a lean, handsome young man who seemed as if