Ending 2: Supreme Self

"He actually came back..."

Noland Lee slowly awoke to the familiar starry sky, while beneath him was what seemed like a vacuum that somehow allowed one to lie flat and walk on an invisible surface.

"Hiss, huff~"

Noland slowly sat up, his right hand supporting him off the ground, his left arm bent and resting on his bent knee, languidly sitting on the ground without any rush to stand up.

He had been to this place a few times, so there was no need to be surprised.

Looking at those stars against the black cosmos, and then at the Magic Hut he had crafted with his own hands not far away, if Noland couldn't even vaguely guess what was happening, that would be quite foolish.

He had always been in an illusion.

Always.

He had never woken up.

What about waking up to see theAssassin Angel and "Command"'s clone beside him, helping to dispel the illusion.

Or discussing a plan to deal with the Metal Ancestor Dragon with theAssassin Angel.