The night is as deep as water.

Roger's laboratory is located on the third floor of the manor. On the east side is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, the bright moonlight shines in the room through the glass on the glass.

There seemed to be unknown energy in the room guiding the moonlight, and wisps of light beams were refracted to form a complex magic array.

Roger sat naked in the center of the magic circle, with the patterns on his body connected to the patterns on the ground, and finally the moonlight gathered, covering him.

"It is easy to enter the so-called third stage with my current soul strength. Even the fourth stage is not difficult, but the exploration of the soul realm is the key, and there is also appropriate disguise."

Ignite your own soul. When the soul power grows to a certain level, you can stimulate all the power in the soul through rituals, and then connect to the soul realm.

On the one hand, it is to obtain more primitive and pure soul power, and on the other hand, it can also allow the soul to escape from the body and enter the soul realm in a short period of time.

There, the battle between the extraordinary can be more pure.

However, according to Ellifi, when every extraordinary person enters the third stage, when he communicates with the soul realm for the first time, in addition to increasing power and gaining contact, it is more important to recognize himself.

In fact, this is the most worried step for Roger.

He knew where the body he had was obtained, and he could even occasionally remember what he looked like in his previous life.

If he enters the third stage, his soul reflects himself, then he may discover the true secret hidden in his soul.

Who is he?

Is it an ordinary person in a metropolis in his previous life, a wandering soul that exists in the wizard world, or an individual that is pieced together by some remaining consciousness.

Roger will not have any strength improvement when entering the third stage, but his understanding of himself makes this extremely simple promotion very meaningful.

"Let's get started."

Around the room, Roger had already set up the modified Yaden magic circle early, and the power from the depths of his soul was his final trump card unless Olivia entered with a crazy violent force.

Otherwise, Roger should not be disturbed during the promotion process.

But what he didn't know was that just as he was concentrating on entering the third stage, a plump and enchanting figure touched Roger's door in the night.

"Huh... the body is so strange..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Valian muttered in a low voice. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing. Her brain was in chaos and she couldn't even remember her name.

But deep in consciousness, there seemed to be a devilish voice that was bewitching her.

Submissive instinct.

Bang!

Valiani slapped Roger's door violently, and her body was sore and she had to lean on her halfway to prevent herself from falling down because of her powerlessness.

But at this moment, an eye-shaped mark appeared on the wooden door. As soon as he looked at it, Valerie felt an attraction implanted into the soul, pulling her into it.

The flush on his cheeks gradually spread, and Valerie completely lost herself.

At this time, Roger's converging soul power was gradually released, and he guided this huge energy according to the knowledge he gained from Alifie.

As time passed, Roger sensed a response.

"Soul Realm, what kind of place is that?"

When the power reaches the critical point, Roger still does not stop, like a drop of water melting into the ocean, the soul is as if soaked in warm water, and the thoughts spread around at an extremely fast speed.

“A wonderful feeling.”

"It seems like you have the whole world!"

The moment he was connected with the soul realm, his consciousness instantly swept across the entire world, like a god standing in the void.

The world is just a toy in his hand.

This swelling feeling lasted for a moment, and the next moment, Roger suddenly opened his eyes.

nothingness.

Time and space seem to have lost its meaning.

There is nothing in his senses, only nothingness.

Roger tried to "low down" his head, but he did not find his body, and he was not even sure of his condition at this time.

"Recognize yourself."

As this thought arises, a huge mirror wrapped in bronze gradually emerges in the void.

Roger looked carefully and saw complex patterns outlined on the bronze edge of the mirror, and these patterns turned out to be the basic symbols in the Aden Dharma Seal.

"Is it according to my knowledge and preferences?"

At this time, the fog surging on the mirror surface made Roger unable to see clearly what the mirror reflected. He knew that this was not a real mirror, but just something reflected after his thoughts and consciousness were concreted.

But then, when the fog dissipates, what appears in the mirror is the secret hidden in Roger's soul.

"call……"

He tried to make a breathing move, of course all this only existed in his imagination, but what surprised Roger was that this non-existent move and thought seemed to really calm him down from the tension.

In the soul realm, not what every extraordinary person shows is human form, and the soul is invisible, which will make everyone's power closer to the origin and the true self.

The imagination may have limits for giant dragons, flying eagles, towering ancient trees, and even shriveled corpses, but there is no limit in the world of the soul.

"It's not a house?"

Roger said self-deprecatingly.

The next second he no longer hesitated, his soul power shrank into a ball, covering forward to wrap the entire mirror.

laugh!

The fog dissipates, and the smooth mirror is empty, but as time goes by, there are some other things in the virtual world reflected by the mirror.

It was a wooden house built by the forest.

Surrounded by lush trees, the morning sun shines through the gaps between the trees and leaves mottled light spots on the clearings in front of the wooden house.

There was a small piece of farmland that was cultivated, with lush crops in it, and two fat piglets were locked in the fence not far away.

The chickens crow and the dogs bark, a peaceful pastoral scenery.

"Is it really a house?"

Roger murmured to himself that he was not very disappointed in the face of this result, and seemed to be mentally prepared.

But this thought had just arisen, and the next second, the view that enveloped the hut was drastically distant, and more scenery came into view.

It was a fight that happened in the woods.

The carriage was dumped on the side of the road, the carriage was scattered all over the ground, the horse was overwhelmed by heavy objects, making a shrill neigh, and in the bushes not far from the road, massacre and rape were happening.

The trees representing vitality have become natural hotbeds to cover up sin, with warm blood splashing and miserable screams abruptly.

The head of the innocent, the laughter of the cruel.

Compared to another pastoral scenery, the tragedy that happens here seems to be hell on earth.

"What's going on?"

Roger was doubtful, but the next moment, his vision was further away, and Roger "sees" more scenery.

He saw princesses living in castles, beggars hiding in sewers, prostitutes standing on the streets, and wanderers who were singing for a few coins.

"call……"

The wind was howling, and a giant dragon flew over the top of the snow-capped mountain.

In the blue sea, strange creatures jump out of the water.

The mermaids were singing, the siren danced in the moonlight, and the monsters were ready to move in the darker underground than the abyss.

The vampire sleeps peacefully in the cave, and the pure girl gives birth to the first pain of her life...

There are all kinds of scenery and scenery in the world.

Countless pictures gathered in front of Roger, and he received more and more information. At this moment, he seemed to have become everyone and forgot his final self.

A huge pain came from the depths of his soul, but Roger could not realize his current state. He sometimes laughed, sometimes cried, sometimes silent like a stone, and sometimes fell into madness.

Just when Roger's soul torn apart was about to be completely destroyed, strange symbols wrapped him up.

Those symbols wandered in Roger's consciousness, like a needle stitching his about to split consciousness, and then forming a circle.

The madness in the eyes disappeared, every part, whether it is a person or a thing, what is about to happen has passed, and what is now underway, everything has formed the most basic pixel points.

Everything converges, and mottled light spots form the final picture.

A face that Roger is extremely familiar with.

His own face.

"I am me."

"Roger."

Table Tennis.
To be continued...