In a world that seems to be a dream, I am tightly bound by a huge tentacle released by my own hands...
It's not like Xiuge has never thought about such a plot.
But it shouldn't happen to me.
This huge tentacle formed by the strange dense fog had an extremely cold and slippery touch. It reminded Shuge of those wet rubbers, and when the light and shadow on those tentacles flowed, he felt a chill passing through it.
It penetrated his clothes and crawled all over his body.
The tentacles were still tightening, and soon, Xiuge lost the last bit of space to maneuver.
He felt like an insect tightly wrapped in spider silk. No matter how hard he tried, he could only barely twist his body.
"So, what's going to happen next?"
As a person who has dabbled in a wide range of things and whose mind is filled with all kinds of messy information, Xiuge could think of many different endings for himself in an instant, and in his imagination, he only had less than 10% of his own endings.
There is a 30% chance of surviving, a 30% chance of being killed on the spot in an extremely bloody manner, and the remaining 60% can be classified as "taboo".
Just when he was almost desperate, the tentacles made new movements.
Its end was slowly raised in front of Xiuge, and at this moment, Xiuge discovered that the end of this tentacle was actually wrapped with a layer of solid horn, and it looked like a sharp black knife.
At this moment, Xiuge stopped thinking.
Because he found that the black sharp knife was pointed at his chest.
Before Xiuge could make a final struggle, the tentacles had already stabbed down hard. In an instant, Xiuge saw the black shadow penetrating his chest, and the wave of blood that originally stayed on the surface of the skin.
The coldness also spread throughout his body as the black sharp knife penetrated.
Immediately following the coldness was severe pain.
This is something Xiuge has never experienced as a person who has died once. In the extreme pain, his mouth opened wide, but he could not make any sound. Now he only felt that countless hands were moving from
He was tearing his skin, flesh and blood in different directions, and the constantly flowing cold feeling turned into vicious threads, which were wrapping around his bones and internal organs, as if they wanted to unite them.
Pulled out from the body.
The pain continues to intensify.
The cold that coiled around his body was like a real body of water. Xiuge gradually suffocated in the extreme pain. Finally, Xiuge felt that the darkness was connected in front of his eyes, and his thoughts and consciousness were like a vast ocean.
Like a bubble inside, it collapsed and disappeared.
…
A shrill and loud scream came from the empty Ernst old house. The sound was so heartbreaking that the few crows hiding in the shadow of the old house were so frightened that they started to panic.
They fluttered their wings in fear and flew into the air with noisy protests. However, after circling the old house of Ernst, they saw that there was no movement in the house again, so they landed again and stepped on the old house.
The branches of an old tree nearby chatted and discussed in hoarse voices.
The severe pain brought Shuge back to the waking world.
Unknowingly, the thin young man lying on the bed was sweating profusely from the pain, and his body arched up unconsciously, like a prawn that jumped out of the water and was about to die from lack of oxygen.
This pain that goes deep into the bone marrow is far more profound than death itself.
Xiuge kept rolling on the bed. As his mind became clearer, the pain remaining in his skin and flesh became clearer. The passage of time became extremely long at this moment, every movement of the body, every rush
Every breath, and even every thought, brought more terrible torture to Xiuge.
I don’t know how much time passed.
When the crows that had been frightened returned to the old house and began to rest, the pain in Xiuge's body finally disappeared.
What's left is the stabbing pain that remains in the brain.
Xiuge only felt that there seemed to be an extra gear in his head that was constantly rotating. The strong, sharp gear teeth were constantly cutting into his brain as it rotated, as if something was to be permanently engraved in it.
The afternoon sun shines on this delicate little city. A ray of it passes through the gap in the old curtains of Ernst's old house and falls on the same old furniture. As time goes by, this ray
The light slowly rotated along with the hands in the magic clock, and finally swept across the sweat-soaked body on the bed.
"Hoo!"
Shuge took a deep breath.
As the pain in his brain eased, he finally regained his sober self. Everything that had just happened to him was like a real and terrifying nightmare, especially in the second half, he could almost feel himself
The changes taking place in his head - I'm afraid it's not an illusion, but some strange change that he can't understand or explain yet.
Xiuge completely relaxed. Now, not only his clothes, but also the sheets and bedding were completely soaked with his sweat. It was very uncomfortable to lie here, but he didn't want to move at all.
After the panic and fear gradually faded away, what was left to Xiuge was ecstasy.
"Magic inscription..."
He whispered this word that was originally far away from him in a low voice, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his pale and weak face.
Just now, after the stinging sensation became weak, Xiuge truly realized what he had gained from the pain.
…
In this huge world called "Van En", magicians hold an extremely special status.
As the only group in the long history of Van En that can truly reproduce "miracles", magicians enjoy excellent social status and treatment in all kingdoms.
According to the standards provided by Merlinle and the Law Committee in the far north, all people who have spell casting talents and can use their bodies to contain magic and display it can become an official spellcaster as long as they are certified by the Law Committee.
mage.
Therefore, Van En's magicians are not necessarily from nobles or scholars. Before being discovered and certified by Merlinle and the Legal Committee, they may be ordinary clerks, rude mercenaries, and people living in crowded buildings.
Prostitutes, or miners who need to go deep into the mines and farmers who are busy harvesting food.
Once they obtain the status of a magician, they will be eligible to enter the local academy to study and undergo formal assessment.
In the legend, Mel, the goddess of wisdom who manages the magic power of Van En, also controls all the rivers, lakes and oceans in Van En.
Scholars in the Legal Committee believe that the movement of magic is similar to that of water.
They are tiny and pervasive, hidden in everything in the world, attracted by spellcasters and gathered together, and returned to nature due to the casting of various magics and the death of spellcasters, forming a huge sea of magic.
And when the magic power in this huge ocean is too full, the scattered magic power will be used by spellcasters, so the magic power in the world is always endless.
Based on this point of view, they gave the spellcasters corresponding titles.
Beginners who are just getting started are called "raindrops", which means they can only store a small amount of magic power in their bodies, just like catching rain falling from the sky with their hands.
Then there are "streams", which refer to those spellcasters who have more magic in their bodies, have gone through the "magic inscription" ceremony, and can record various common magics and use them. At this point, the spellcasters have truly stepped into the world.
Magic palace.
After that, they are the backbone of the Legal Committee.
These mages are called "River Valley" and "Lake". The former are sent out in large numbers by the Law Committee to various places in Van En to participate in various affairs and teaching. The latter are more like scholars. They often serve as various
Important academic advisors of the kingdom appeared, and magicians with the title of "Lake" were also allowed by the Legal Committee to create spells in their own names.
And the highest title is "Deep Sea".
The meaning of this term is very simple, that is, the magic power and knowledge possessed by a certain mage are as unfathomable as the real ocean. These elites who are allowed to own the mage tower are extremely rare. To have this title, you must not only be in the
In terms of strength, it is strong enough, and it needs to make enough contributions to the existing magic theory.
From "Raindrops" to "Deep Sea", this is the level of mage in ordinary people's eyes.
However, in fact, for those more pragmatic people at the bottom, there is still a special identity under the "raindrops".
That is the Mage Apprentice.
Unable to truly accumulate magic power, he could only perform simple tricks with magic-containing objects and forcibly memorized techniques. He was unable to study systematically, and was not allowed to participate in the "magic engraving" ceremony. Most of the time, he could only act as a servant.
Handle various chores...
Shuge's predecessor, the real illegitimate son of the Ernst family, once worked as a magic apprentice in a magic academy for two full years to make a living.
The talents this body possesses are extremely limited.
Spellcasters are always arrogant, so they believe that even their servants and apprentices must be smart enough.
Therefore, after discovering that Shuge's predecessor could not even master the two simple tricks that apprentices were allowed to learn, they kicked him out of the academy very decisively.
It was also after that that the illegitimate son of the Ernst family pioneered his writing talent in gaudy literature.
To Shuge's predecessor, "magic engraving" was an extremely distant term. He could only learn from other people's words that it was an important ritual that allowed students of magic to truly become magicians.
But for Xiuge, this was a piece of setting copy that he wrote casually, which was not very important.
"Most of the theories and laws of magic are extremely complicated for spellcasters. Therefore, spellcasters are often just containers of magic. If you want to truly realize the miracle of magic, you need to use 'magic inscriptions'
This special ritual will engrave the requirements, steps and corresponding principles when performing magic into the memory of the caster."
"And the amount of magic that each spellcaster can accept is also limited. Every inscription and memory is also a huge challenge for the spellcasters. Therefore, for the vast majority of magicians, daily spellcasting is often
It will be done through the magic book as a consumable."
Xiuge recalled in his mind the words he had typed on the keyboard. Then he sat up with difficulty, closed his eyes slightly, and began to carefully explore, exploring the wonderful changes that had occurred in his spiritual world.
In the boundless darkness of chaos, Xiuge gradually "saw" what he expected.
It was an extremely huge metal disk.
It is grand, exquisite, has a complex mechanical structure, and is densely covered with a large number of patterns and patterns.
The disk is divided into five layers from the inside out by its special metal structure. On the lines that make up each ring, hexagonal grooves are evenly distributed one after another.
On the innermost ring, there are three hexagonal grooves. On the outer layer, the number doubles to six, and further outward it grows to twelve... On the edge of the outermost ring, there are
Nearly a hundred grooves.
On the innermost small ring, one of the hexagonal grooves has been filled with a special color.
The bronze-green fluorescence was flickering in it, and the black lines outlined several soft, twisting tentacles. Xiuge looked carefully and found that their images seemed to be the same as the tentacles that had brought him great pain before.
And with the concentration of Xiuge's spirit, the tentacle patterns in the grooves seemed to "come alive". They twisted gently at a specific frequency in the fluorescence, as if responding to Xiuge's thoughts.
At this moment, Xiuge felt that he had gradually understood everything in front of him.
"As a world view created based on games, it is reasonable to have some very game-like settings."
So he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his right hand relying on the instinct that had been engraved in his spiritual world, opened his mouth slightly, and blurted out a strange and obscure syllable following the instinct.
A strange change immediately came to him.
Xiuge clearly felt that a cold current swept through his head, like ice-cold water. It flowed along his arms and finally gathered on his palms, causing waves of swelling and pain.
When he came out, Xiuge felt that something was about to spurt out from his palms and fingers, so he immediately changed the direction of his palms and pointed them at the bedroom door leading to the corridor.
The next moment, the pain in Xiuge's palm reached its extreme. Then, along with an indescribable strange sound, and amid the green fluorescence, several thick and twisted tentacles emerged from his palm in a method that Xiuge could not understand.
It spurted out, and the huge impact force directly acted on the bedroom door. In just a moment, the heavy wooden door inlaid with some wrought iron detached from the door frame, and fell heavily onto the corridor with the force.