"Is there anything you need my help with?"
"Give a little ti, I have an important agreent..."
"Roger."
Ophelia slowly turned around and then walked to the stone table not far away and sat down.
Delicate cards were placed on the table, but at this mont Roger only wanted to respond with one sentence, to hell with Gwent Card!
"Sit down."
Roger slowly clenched his fist but didn’t move.
"No need, I’m in a hurry, I’ll co back to find you later!"
After saying this, he spread his hands, preparing to tear open space.
Buzz!
A huge recoil hit, and Roger stumbled a bit, unprepared.
"Ophelia, do you know what you’re doing?"
"Are you preparing to trigger the next catastrophe of this plane?"
"I am not Nassero, I have already made choices and compromises. This place is my ho, and I am willing to protect it and keep it whole forever."
"Isn’t that enough?"
"Not enough." Ophelia slowly shook her head.
"There is one thing you said correctly, catastrophe, you are the greatest catastrophe of this plane!"
"You’re truly insane!" Roger raised his voice, glaring fiercely.
"Don’t tell you saw this all with those damned eyes of yours!" he couldn’t help but roar.
"This is just simple reasoning, there is no prophetic elent." Ophelia remained calm as usual.
She caressed the cards in her hand and then looked up at Roger, "You understand , everything I do is for the stability of this plane."
"Similarly, I am also willing to trust your promise, so don’t be agitated, I won’t kill you, I just intend to take sothing from you."
"What do you intend to take?"
Roger sneered, while stepping forward.
"Lock up, or restrain , and then do those things to that you once did?" he couldn’t help but taunt.
The tone suddenly shifted, becoming incredibly low.
"Or are you planning to take my life?!"
"No, I don’t want your life, I only want your power."
"I have a new plan for the entire plane, the Fifth Tier, will beco the ceiling for the whole plane, only then can the structure of the plane be stable enough."
"What if soone pierces through this ceiling?" Roger asked coldly.
"It’s impossible." Ophelia shook her head.
"Such a person cannot exist."
Seeing her expression at this mont, Roger’s originally agitated and angry mood strangely cald down.
"Tell , I’ve already made my choice, why do you still do this?"
He looked like a volcano about to erupt, calm but extrely dangerous.
"I am willing to trust you, Roger, you don’t have much attachnt to that world. You stayed here for love, for your friends."
"But ti is too long."
"Those you care about, they are destined not to be as strong as you, they will age and die, not to ntion even the most intense emotions will fade over ti, even the closest relationships will beco distant."
Ophelia’s eyes lit up.
"A hundred years, a thousand years, or even longer."
"When you no longer love these people, when you no longer love this world."
"At that ti, whether out of curiosity or nostalgia, you are very likely to choose to leave..."
She slowly sat up straight.
"In my eyes, this matter is not a possibility, but an inevitability."
"If you were in my position, tell Roger, how would you choose?"
The tense muscles on Roger’s face suddenly relaxed, he let out a breath, opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word of rebuttal.
Because he knew that the possibility Ophelia envisioned would inevitably happen.
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