Chapter 2 The existence of heroic spirits

Looking at the TV, Nohe unconsciously recalled that when he first felt the strength in his body six years ago, he was still playing clay man on the grass with the girl from his neighbor's house.

But in the middle, he suddenly vaguely sensed that the decline in his body was not a disease, but a decline in the pure sense of life.

After returning from an excuse of having a stomachache, he tried hard to understand what was going on.

In the previous life, in that land of nothingness, the wood he hit on can be said to be a divine object, a divine object with infinite power, but it was damaged too seriously and maintained its vitality in the land of nothingness in a state of static, but for unknown reasons, it is now completely integrated with Noh.

After leaving the land of nothingness, its remaining vitality began to disappear again because it has become the essence or origin of Noh, and its death represents the end of Noh's life, and this almost completely disappearing vitality can only last until Noh's age is seventeen.

But all this was not just bad. Noh came to his senses, stretched out a finger in front of him with his empty hand, and a beam of flame suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

This is not based on some superpowers related to the fire system, but tampering with the rules of reality, which makes this beam of flame appear out of thin air. This power can even be said to be the ability to achieve everything you want, symbolizing miracles and impossible.

If Noh restores this power to a strong enough level, he will be omnipotent.

Noh didn't understand why the Primarch, which had this power, died, and even left only his body.

After learning that he could repair the origin by relying on the emotions of living beings or things related to the fundamentals of the world, Noh has made many actions in the past six years.

"It's really dangerous and charming, but the pleasure of changing the world is quite interesting."

After extinguishing the flames at his fingertips, Noh shook his hand, swallowed the remaining sandwiches with two mouthfuls, washed his hands and carried his schoolbag and went out.

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"Hey, Noh!"

"Hey, Draven!"

"Noh, I guess what you're having this morning must be a bread sandwich, without ingredients!"

"Okay, Haas, your nose will always work so well, but I just didn't add ham and I still put a few slices of lettuce!"

"Hi! Noh, how do you think I'm today?"

"Yeryl, I guess you must have used your mom's cosmetics."

When he entered the school bus, Noh received a lot of warm greetings. He naturally responded and sat in the back row. He took off his schoolbag, placed it on his chest, and asked to the little boy with a few pockmarks on his face, "Kantan, how was it last night? I mean the information."

"Noh, you are simply a genius! Those things are so useful! I feel that I must have a full mark in the test this afternoon!" Kangtan said excitedly.

Noh shrugged and said, "In fact, buddy, I gave that information to many people, so yours won't look too outstanding when the result comes out."

"Okay, that bunch of shit, I bet they wouldn't watch it carefully. Only I will not let Noh down your wishes!" Kantan whispered in a low voice.

"Ok, sir, you will be great." Noh just chuckled and encouraged, and stopped talking. However, Kantan had already become familiar with his personality and didn't care. He was just sharing his own affairs around him.

Halfway through the journey from the school, Nohe took out his cell phone, looked down at the date displayed on it, and said silently in his heart that it was finally here today.

His plans, his future, his everything.

It was a blessing to live again, so Noh had no resentment at the cost of his ability at the beginning.

When he learned that he was coming to the Marvel World where Earth was in a daily overturn, he was even more grateful. Although he did not think that his scientific research ability was incomparable to the scientists in the original plot, his limitations were placed there in the face of more super-spec things.

And this unexpected ability won't make him feel hopeless and powerless, but has the possibility of reaching all heights.

It has been six years since he awakened this power. He has changed from five to eleven. During this period, he has laid enough foreshadowings to allow his plan to be fully implemented in this precipitation.

These foreshadowings have also had many impacts, allowing him, the power that could only slightly change reality, to have great growth.

If I had just created a stream that was not too big a fire, it would be a big river that could set off a wave and there were too many things that could change.

Weilaqier Private Middle School, a middle school that has been famous for decades, is known as the cradle of a prestigious school under the development of the old principal Botu.

When Noh sat on the stool in the class, he leaned on his head with his right hand, and his hand seemed to be on his right eye inadvertently, allowing his dear teacher to write one formula after another on the blackboard, and his mind was immersed in another place.

"Sorry, I really don't want to review those boring things today. Well, this seems to be my daily line."

In a corner of an unknown street in New York, a human figure gradually emerged, a particularly handsome young man, who was the clone of Noch's residence consciousness. He muttered as soon as he appeared, but had a smile of guilt on his face. He walked out, lowered the gentleman's hat on his head, and walked into an auction house.

Because of the invitation letter he took out, the security guard did not stop him at all. When he got inside, he sat in the corner and watched the auction that had begun.

"The auction will be the diary of the famous Russian monk Rasputin. Dear gentlemen and ladies, I think if you know this one, you will know that he is a special person in rumors and has the reputation of sleeping in all women in Russia. He has power and wealth. He is a striking figure in the period of Tsar Nicholas II. I think the significance of his diary is very precious. Next, please bid for it! The starting amount is 60,000 US dollars!"

After the auction house was silent for a while, people who were interested raised their signs.

"Ten thousand times once!"

"130,000 per time!"

"Twenty-one thousand times once!"

In a remote corner, a middle-aged man who looked in his fifties, looked at the diary and said silently in his heart: "It's mine."

He groped at the watch he wore, and the bulging veins on his hands represented his uneasiness.

His name is Sander, and he is a businessman.

He looked at the diary and had only a thought in his heart that he didn't want to wait any longer. Since he got that, he had been pursuing historical items with spirituality. However, after spending a lot of time, he not only did not get the historical items with spirituality, but instead created a bunch of fakes. The real ones, either he was not satisfied with, or could not be summoned. And he could feel that relying on today's special day, he could barely summon objects of this level of spirituality.

That's right, he found that the spirituality in the human body has cycles, sometimes high and sometimes low. Although the amplitude is not too large, through the exploration over the past two years, he has calculated that today is the day with the highest spirituality. If he missed it, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait.

Anxious, panic, afraid of accidents, and different moods depend on his heart. In the end, he made a decision and took action directly.

He is not an irrational person, but in fact, he is already a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy. He bought all kinds of antiques at any cost, making him, who had a good economic situation, completely become a poor person.

"Sleeping heroes, respond to me, descend from the ancient temple of heroes to the world. Your body is under my command; my destiny is attached to your sword, respond to the call of the truth, and follow this will..."

When the auctioneer shouted 240,000 twice, he suddenly found a sound from the audience who kept reciting inexplicable sentences. He followed the sound and found someone and said politely: "Sir, please be quiet, you are still in the auction."

Sand ignored it and continued to recite the not-too-long spell. He stood up, looked at the people around him, and said in a deep voice. "You will witness the greatest mystery, but as mortals, I will clear your memories."

Just as the security guard wanted to come forward to control him as a mentally ill person, the diary on the stage suddenly shattered the display cabinet and flew out, and a magic circle formed under it.

After a flash of light that captured everyone's sight, when their sight recovered, a tall Russian in ancient robes appeared in the original position of the diary.

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ps: Rasputin, a famous Russian monk, after the outbreak of World War I, the Tsar personally led the expedition, and the power fell into the hands of Rapstin. In just two years, the positions of several officials at the highest level were changed in total twenty-one. Every time he took a woman, he would pull a hair from her head. When he searched the garden of his building after he died, he found many boxes full of women's hair.
Chapter completed!