He subconsciously punched Osivia, but after seeing his opponent clearly, he calmed down and put down his fist.

There are no wizard phantoms around anymore.

Not long after Osilvia grabbed Hoffa's arm, she heard a crisp sound.

All the objects in this scene, including ultimately the entire scene itself, were all shattered into pieces, turned into powder, and ultimately reduced to nothingness.

The entire hall changed back to how it was when Hoffa first saw it.

Old, dilapidated, abandoned, and covered with cobwebs.

The only difference was that his vision became much clearer, and the originally blurry barrier like a water curtain completely disappeared.

Hoffa shook his head and completely woke up from the influence of the activation state.

His body slowly became shorter and smaller, and finally returned to his previous appearance, a 1-year-old Hoffa, thin and inconspicuous.

But his clothes did not become smaller. During the recent transformation, his school robe was stretched at least three sizes, and there were many holes and burnt cuts on it.

this......

Hoffa looked at his clothes and wanted to use magic to restore them to normal.

But suddenly, an inexplicable idea came into my mind.

Why should I wear clothes?

This idea was so weird. Suddenly, Hoffa swayed inexplicably twice. He felt warm all over, but very weak.

This weakness is not physical weakness, but an indescribable depression.

For a moment, his mind fell into an inexplicable blank state with no desires or desires.

This blank space made him take two steps back, sit down on the ground, and look at Osivia blankly.

Osivia was also stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa shook his head imperceptibly.

Osivia: "What are you doing sitting here? We still have unfinished tasks?"

Hoffa muttered: "What's the point?"

The tone was calm.

Osivia frowned: "What happened to you?"

Hoffa continued to murmur: "Why am I alive."

Osilvia was completely stunned. She picked up Hoffa, who was like mud, from the ground and touched his forehead.

Hoffa's head and limbs hung from Osilvia's elbows.

He felt that he had entered a wonderful sage state. He was no longer interested in anything and just wanted to sit on the ground and wait for death.

"It's strange, your heartbeat is normal and your magic power is not overdrawn." Osivia frowned.

"Yeah." Hoffa replied with his nose, motionless.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. He suddenly didn't want to care about anything, not the half-human king, not the library, or even where he was.

Osivia let go of Hoffa, held her chin and sighed softly: "You are still not strong enough."

"oh."

Hoffa doesn't even want to wonder why.

The other party's exotic beauty, which attracted countless students, now seemed like just a pile of protein and a pile of carbohydrates. Her words were like the nagging of a woman after seven years of marriage, going in from Hoffa's left ear and out from the right.

, cannot stop at all.

Osivia thought for a moment, and her voice softened a little: "Human transformation is not that easy to master. You are already very good. Let's take a rest first."

"oh."

Hoffa replied without interest. He didn't want to pay attention to Osivia or talk.

He just wants to empty himself. If possible, he even wants to smoke a cigarette and think about why he exists and why the universe was born...

After staring blankly ahead, feeling depressed and empty for about twenty minutes, Hoffa slowly came back to his senses.

"What...happened to me?" he murmured.

Later, Hoffa's consciousness slowly returned.

The more he returns, the more surprised he becomes; the more he returns, the more frightened he becomes.

What exactly is going on here, that I am actually down for twenty minutes?
Chapter completed!