Cui Ciyou spread out a sheet of paper, the Quill hovering above it, its tip just shy of touching the surface.
The immense torrent of information still echoed in his mind, like countless parallel rivers surging through the depths of his consciousness.
The parting words of that casually composed man in modern clothes-his parallel-world self-seemed especially grating now.
"Pretty useful, right?"
Then he had casually snapped his fingers. A flash of magic, and he had vanished on the spot. He came and went like the wind, effortlessly stylish.
At the time, Cui Ciyou had assumed that "he" was flaunting his strength, deliberately putting on the airs of a lofty master just to get under his skin.
"How was I such a show-off?"
But Cui Ciyou could not figure it out. Was he really that fond of showing off?
The same person, in a different world, had even developed a personality that begged for a beating.
Only now... did he understand that the man had sensed the shattering of the world's barriers.
The information transmitted in that instant was enough to burn every nerve in an ordinary person's brain to ashes.
Even Cui Ciyou's powerful body had been unable to withstand that immense flood of information, and he had passed out on the spot.
"We're the same person. How could the gap be that huge...?" Cui Ciyou pressed his temples with a bitter smile.
"My body was knocked unconscious by it, but that guy didn't even twitch an eyebrow."
Apparently, his parallel-world self was doing more than a little better than he was.
That realization lodged in his heart like a tiny thorn, leaving him uncomfortable all over.
"What the hell! I'm jealous of myself!" Cui Ciyou could not help swearing aloud, the corners of his mouth twisting in self-mockery.
But