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Most importantly, there is a garden in the middle of the island, filled with bright, fragrant and colorful flowers.
A small, single-story villa is nestled within.
At this moment, in the farmland, a handsome young man was sweating profusely.
Beside the villa behind him, a beautiful young woman with a pair of blue-gold horns on her head, dressed in casual clothes, was watering flowers with a watering can while quietly watching him, her eyes filled with love.
The two are none other than Marne, who has traveled from another world, and Tiamat, his only designated wife in the Type-Moon world.
In the imaginary space, there is no distinction between day and night; time becomes chaotic and unclear, and clocks have no meaning.
However, judging a day by whether Marne is tired or sleeping, more than a thousand days have passed since he and Tiamat confirmed their relationship, which is about three years. Anyway, it's not very accurate, so don't worry about it.
During those three years, Marx and Eng were very happy every day.
Tiamat has a wonderful personality; she truly lives up to her title as a goddess who embraces all things. Being with her, it's impossible to argue, or even have a fight.
Whether you're being temperamental or complaining, she'll tolerate everything about you.
Of course, Marne never threw a tantrum; on the contrary, he was very protective of Tiamat.
After all, she's his wife. If he doesn't love her, who else can he love?
Furthermore, there's no one else in this imaginary space; even if someone wanted to cheat, there's no one to go with. (Tiamat: ???)
So over the past three years, Marne and Tiamat's relationship has grown better and better.
They're so close that they know everything about each other, so they've learned everything they need to know (?), and have completely opened their hearts to each other.
Of course, they didn't just go to learn knowledge; they also did other things.
For example, the small island beneath our feet is a masterpiece created by the two of them together.
Of course, the main contributor was Marne, but Tiamat's opinions were incorporated into the design.
Yes, as a time traveler, Mar and Eng were not without their own advantages.
[Fantasy Construction]
This is Marx and Engels's magic touch.
This did not come about without reason.
It was obtained when Mar and En had just transmigrated, while observing the Vortex of Origin outside the world.
It's magic.
Yes, it's that kind of magic, the kind possessed by the Demon Marshal and Aozaki Aoko.
Neither magic nor science can achieve miracles.
Moreover, this is not one of the five existing types of magic; it is a sixth type of magic that has never appeared before.
However, the magic industry in the Type-Moon world was unaware that the Sixth Magic had already appeared.
However, it's hard to say whether this sixth magic can truly be considered magic.
It's not that it's too weak, but rather that it's a bit too strong.
Fantasy construction, as the name suggests, is an ability that can transform fantasy into reality through construction.
It's somewhat similar to the realization of fantasy, but its scope of application is unlimited.
The manifestation of imagination can only manifest objects.
Fantasy construction, however, can bring life, energy, and ethereal abilities and skills to life, and even magic can be constructed.
This completely blows away all the magic that came before!
Absolutely omnipotent and flawless.
It can be described as magic among magic, the existence of the king of magic.
'There's nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it.'
This famous quote, usually spoken by the cheat system common among transmigrators, is now most suitable to describe fantasy construction.
In other words, Marx and Engels essentially gained a system that they could completely control, getting whatever they wanted.
Of course, this is only a future scenario.
The current fantasy construction is not yet perfect and requires a massive amount of knowledge to supplement its foundation.
After all, Ma En was only focused on acquiring magic and didn't pay much attention to other knowledge.
Fortunately, Marne was quick, otherwise he might not have even managed to pluck a single hair before falling into the imaginary space, where he would have been forced to live off Tiamat.
Well, although he's pretty much living off a woman now.
He was originally struggling even to construct something slightly ordinary.
It's not a matter of magic circuits or magic power, but rather a lack of knowledge.
The illusion constructs this unreasonable magic, but it doesn't even consume any resources, let alone have a cooldown.
If I had to talk about the costs, there were some. It was really mentally taxing and tiring when you were building something for the first time...
The more powerful, or the larger and more complex something is, the more this is true.
Initially, Marne could only construct some ordinary items, such as food, so he wouldn't starve to death.
After all, there's nothing in this imaginary space.
Tiamat doesn't need to eat, but Marne, being an ordinary person, can't.
Unless Tiamat gives him a bath in black mud and uses her powers to modify his body so that he doesn't need to eat, he won't live long.
But with the construction of fantasy, Marx and Eng no longer had to worry about survival.
After all, being hacked and cleansed is like being reborn by Tiamat, downgraded from partner to son. What should he do then? Become a rebellious son who defies his mother?
(Marx and Engels: Why am I inexplicably excited?!)
But no matter what, Marx and Engels were very resistant to this.
However, there's no need for that.
These were all questions he pondered when he was bored.
Chapter 3: A Buddhist-like Life, The Goddess's Sorrowful Face
Closer to home.
For Marx and Engels, who needed knowledge, the only person who could help them in this imaginary space was Tiamat.
During these three years, Tiamat initially used her creation abilities to demonstrate the birth of all things to Marne.
I dare not say anything else, but in terms of ordinary items alone, Marx and Engels were able to construct more and more things.
In the end, it could even be described as an omnipotent Amon, able to produce anything one desires.
Progress has been very slow in areas involving the mysterious and extraordinary.
It wasn't that Marx and Engels were too stupid, but rather...
You want a complete novice to try and understand the power of creation?!
It might be some serious illness!
It would be a miracle if anyone could understand that!
That's doctoral level material; how could Marx and Engels, who are only at the elementary school level, possibly understand it?
This is like asking an ordinary person to study alien spaceships.
Even if the spaceship is right in front of him, and even if this ordinary person could dismantle the spaceship, he still wouldn't be able to understand the technology it contains.
But there was no other way; Marx and Engels had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
Tiamat was actually a little worried for him, but there was no use in worrying.
In the end, they both gave up.
I decided to stop paying attention to these trivial matters and start focusing on life.
And so, this small island came into being.
However, the things here are all ordinary. If Tiamat hadn't isolated the Black Mud Sea, they probably wouldn't have lasted long before being consumed.
But then again.
Maren also had one thing he couldn't understand: putting aside his own miraculous time travel, it was amazing that he was completely unharmed when he fell into the black mud after entering the imaginary space.
At first, he thought that Tiamat had suppressed herself and protected him.
I only found out after we got together and I asked.
It turns out that Tiamat didn't do anything at all; rather, the infestation of the black mud was ineffective against Marne.
This is the part that Marx and Engels couldn't understand the most.
When he watched World War IV, he always thought that black mud was really powerful, and that getting even a little bit of it would erode one's mind and spirit.
Even if this black mud is not the same as that black mud, and even if the versions are different, this version, as part of Tiamat's original body, should not be much worse.
But he was fine; he became immune.
It's not that he's being a jerk or hoping something bad will happen to him; he just genuinely doesn't understand.
However, he didn't think about it too much right now; he just kept the question to himself and would look for the answer later.
Well now.
"Hehe, honey, I'm home."
Ma En returned with a basket filled with fruits and vegetables, laughing, and hugged Tiamat.
"You've gotten yourself all dirty again, go wash up quickly."