In the vast and intelligent universe, which is like a real starry sky, the blazing bright endless light is like an ancient celestial snake, spreading freely like the bright sun, spreading hundreds of millions of twinkling divine lights that are both real and illusory.
Under the illumination of these divine lights, the huge memory entity named 'Mycenae' that was slowly floating in the void, and the infinite black mantras floating outside it all the time, also suddenly collapsed. To disappear, to become invisible.
As a result, this large mass of memory entities immediately expanded like hundreds of millions of tons of heavy mercury slurry that was unbound and highly compressed, and swept in all directions.
Hua Hua Hua——
In an instant, in the boundless void of the intelligent universe, an illusory world composed purely of memories was quickly condensed.
At this time, Mu Cang's strands of will slowly appeared in the void.
He looked at the world of memory in the distance, which was as huge as a real planet, and chuckled:
"Interesting, let me see what you have been through."
After saying that, it turned into a ray of light and crossed the vast void, and suddenly penetrated into the Yi Jing planet.
…
Night falls.
There were only faint stars in the sky.
Layers of dark clouds were ground into boundless thick ink, which was heavily smeared on the thick and turbid earth.
Apart from the cold howling wind, there were only an occasional wolf howl or two.
At this moment, hundreds of ragged villagers with fierce expressions were gathering in a dark and damp village.
Each of them held a torch and gathered around the grain drying field, staring fiercely at the dirty woman who was tied to a large pile of wooden pillars in the center of the grain field.
"You devil who deserves to go to hell, go to hell!"
In the crowd, a tall and thin man wearing a leather hat said gloomily.
"My child! My child will get sick, and it's all because of you, the devil, wuwuwuwu!"
A middle-aged woman who was supported by her family cried.
"My two pigs have been waiting for me for so long, and they all died in one night. It must be your fault!"
A short, stocky man with rosacea had an excited expression and was spitting.
"Damn woman! You deserve to go to hell!"
The crowd held torches and cursed with all their strength, "Evil lover of the devil! Dirty bitch! Go to hell!"
The villagers shook their torches excitedly and poured out all the dirty words they knew on the woman.
But the woman who was covered in bruises and tied to a thick tree stump only lowered her head slightly and said nothing.
"OK OK."
At this time, the village chief standing on the platform next to the pile of wood said seriously, "I know that everyone has suffered a lot, but don't panic or be afraid. God is always watching us!"
Seeing that the villagers gradually became quiet, the village chief patted his fat belly, cleared his throat and said:
"Ahem, fellow villagers, tonight is our prayer day."
He pointed at a tall, thin villager with a gloomy face behind him and said in a deep voice:
"Good old Hank told me that this woman is the devil's lackey, that she is a succubus."
Having said this, the fat village chief squinted his soy eyes, turned his head and looked up and down at the woman's slim body covered in tattered clothes, and said with a wicked smile: "After my appraisal, um, appraisal of her body.
I think Old Hank is right, she is a banshee from hell!"
After hearing these words, the villagers became even more excited and screamed: "Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"
The village chief pressed his hand to the crowd in the audience, and the villagers immediately fell silent.
Then, he lowered his voice and said slowly:
"What is the reason why you have lived so hard for so many years?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience lowered their heads slightly, with grief and anger on their faces, and even sobbing.
"Let me tell you why?!"
The fat village chief raised his stubby finger, pointed at the woman with her head lowered, and shouted, "This woman is the one who did it!"
"Burn her! Burn her!"
The villagers raised their heads again and roared wildly.
"Well, it's time for trial and execution."
The village chief waved his hand, and two strong men behind him immediately approached the tied woman silently, and the torch tilted down, lighting the wooden pillar under her feet.
crackle~
crackle~
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
When the villagers gathered around the grain drying field saw this scene, they immediately shouted enthusiastically and excitedly.
I don't know who started it, but suddenly started singing a sacred song.
As a result, these dirty-looking and crooked-looking villagers held hands one after another and sang along with happy faces:
“We thank God in heaven,
It was she who gave the gospel,
gave us the dawn,
God, you are the greatest,
God, please bless your lamb."
In the hymn, a woman wrapped in blazing fire struggled in pain and suddenly shouted to the sky in a strange language.
No one could understand what she was saying.
Only a ten-year-old boy hiding in a thatch not far away covered his mouth tightly and kept silent.
He understood.
This is what his mother said to him in the language of his hometown:
"Don't make a sound, don't come out, hide until dawn, protect yourself...live well!"
The boy did not disobey his mother's instructions and hid until dawn before he carefully emerged from the haystack and escaped from the village while it was still dark.
When he was still very young, he didn't understand why his mother suffered such a bad luck.
He just used his innate telekinesis to stop Old Hank from stealing.
How did this happen?
He didn't understand, he just wanted to escape, as far away as possible.
far away.
Looking at the boy's hurried away figure, Mu Cang smiled slightly:
"I didn't expect that Mycenier's life trajectory would overlap so much with his own son. Haha, it's really interesting."
Then, he pondered again:
"However... just judging from the language and behavior of the villagers just now and the overall layout of this village, the race, ethnicity, religion, language, writing and culture of this world are very similar to those of the European continent in the medieval era.
resemblance.
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No wonder Mu Cang was suspicious.
Because strictly speaking, this Wizarding Continent definitely belongs to the category of ‘alien civilization’ for Blue Star.
Even in terms of 'external' level, it is far higher than that of the mercury family.
After all, the mercury family is simply far away in time and space.
But the 'distance' between Wizard Continent and Blue Star...is dimensional.
But the two are so similar.
This has to make people wonder if... there might be some kind of secret hidden in it.
Because at least so far, among the nearly ten thousand alien intelligent groups that Mu Cang has devoured, no group has been able to be almost identical to Blue Star Civilization in all aspects.
So if he just used simple probability theory to explain all this, Mu Cang would really have a hard time convincing himself.
"Is it a pure coincidence? Or is there some kind of consciousness or power behind all this?"
For a time, many thoughts came to his mind.
"Forget it, let me explore it."
Mu Cang slowly raised his head and glanced at the end of the sky. His body was shaped like a lake, flying thousands of miles away.
In an instant, we reached the end of the world.
Standing in the vast sky, looking at the horrifying misty chaos just a few feet away, a glimmer of understanding suddenly flashed in Mu Cang's eyes.
"In this world of memory created by my power, what Myceniel cannot see or has not deliberately imagined is a place of emptiness and chaos.
And all the people, objects, and scenery he remembers, after being contacted by him in this 'world', will actually feedback the various effects they should have."
A flash of light flashed in his eyes: "To me, this place is just an illusion, but to Mycenae, it is real."
"Of course, it is relative to his personal reality."
Mu Cang seemed to suddenly think of something, and a trace of inquiry suddenly flashed in his eyes:
"This false Myceniel only relies on a blank false spirituality given by me, after possessing all the memories, cognitions, thinking and behavior patterns of the dead real Myceniel.
It's really amazing that he actually shows an agility that is no less than that of the original body.
In a sense, he is like ‘reality’ resurrected in my mind.”
"Based on this, his situation is almost equivalent to a disguised brain in a vat."
"It's just that this fish tank... was built by me."
…
Time flies.
Myceniel remembered his mother's last words before her death:
protect yourself.
So in order to survive at a young age, he turned into a beggar and secretly used his natural telepathy to steal and wander around various towns.
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Mu Cang, who had been observing from the side, was already a little impatient.
He was not interested in knowing the bitter growth history of a little kid.
"Time, speed up."
As soon as this thought came to mind, the slowly moving clouds in the sky accelerated tens of millions of times in an instant, shooting into the sky in an instant.
The sun, which was hanging safely high in the sky, fell down in a snap, and then the moon flew up to occupy the sky.
The sun and moon alternate, the sky changes light and dark, the surrounding scenes also change rapidly, and the sounds become mixed and difficult to understand.
The surrounding scenes began to accelerate, shift, and layer upon layer, like oil paintings in constant motion.
After a long time, the picture stabilized.
At this time, it had been thirty years since Myceniel escaped from the village.
In the early days of these thirty years, he had just spent a few difficult years before he was spotted by a wizard organization hidden behind mortal society because of his excellent witchcraft talent and became a wizard apprentice.
So through Mycenir's perspective, Mu Cang quickly figured out what the wizard's power system and the so-called wizard continent were all about.
The first is the wizard power system.
It is different from the morning star that Mycenae finally reached.
The wizard organization he joined at this time firmly believed that wizards only had four levels.
That is, wizard apprentice, first-level wizard, and second-level wizard.
And, a third-level wizard who has disappeared on this continent for more than a thousand years.
According to Mu Cang’s observation.
If we roughly describe the destructive power of these four levels, they are house-exploding level, building-exploding level, and street-exploding level.
As for the third-level wizard that no one has been able to achieve for a long time, there is a high probability that it will be a city-exploding level.
At the same time, in addition to the sparse number of wizards in this continent, there are also a large number of knights who have no witchcraft qualifications, but whose combat power level can reach up to explosive level.
Therefore, this group of wizards with the highest level of combat power did not really rule the continent openly.
It only uses side means to secretly control various countries.
As for the so-called Wizarding Continent, its real name is actually the World of Anzel.
According to the ancient secret records of the wizard organization called the "Invisible Hand" that Mycenir joined, the world of Anzel is a plane composed of endless oceans and hundreds, thousands or even more large and small landmasses.
world.
The continent where Mycenir's ancestors have lived for generations is just a small corner of the unknown world of Anzel.
Even the 'Invisible Hand' organization doesn't know how many continents there are in the entire world and what their specific size is.
Moreover, even the number of the moon and sun in the sky is uncertain.
At least according to the statistics of the "Invisible Hand", thirty-five moons appeared in the sky on the same night.
During the same day, at most three suns have appeared.
The strange thing is that no matter whether there is one sun or three suns, people on the ground will not feel too obvious hot or cold.
It's like the sun... is fake.
"A weird world. The places that are the same as Blue Star are very similar, and the places that are different are very different."
Mu Cang, who was sitting leisurely in the Invisible Hand Library, flipping through the classics, murmured to himself:
"As expected of a fantasy realm, it doesn't follow the laws of physics."
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Time immediately sped up again.
Swish swish——
Another fifty years passed.
At that time, the continent where Mycenae was located, which was quite similar to Europe in terms of culture and race, had quietly entered the clouds of war.
It has been more than a hundred years since the last war on this continent.
The fire that seemed extinguished more than a hundred years ago still has dark red sparks burning stubbornly.
Unfair contracts, disputes between empires, conflicts between winners and losers.
The continent-wide Great Depression has plunged all countries into an unspeakable social crisis.
Coupled with this is the intensification of uneven development at various levels across countries.
Finally, this continent, which has been in constant disputes since ancient times, once again ignited the raging flames of war.
The various wizarding organizations that have always existed behind the scenes in various countries have also started a series of overt or covert struggles out of interests.
In the melee that lasted for decades, countless mortals died, and wizards were not spared either.
In the fierce competition with each other, in addition to the superior second-level wizards, other members of this group, such as wizard apprentices and first-level wizards, also suffered certain casualties.
And with his terrifying talent, Mycenir, who has already half-stepped into the threshold of a first-level wizard, has quietly returned to his former village.
The purpose is obvious, it is revenge.
But it is a pity that the small village with only a hundred households has long been submerged in the war and years.
There is no human habitation, only ruins and ruins.
Even at the place where his mother was executed, Myceniel was unable to determine the specific location.
At this moment, he realized.
"The joy and hatred of the weak are meaningless; they are destined to become stepping stones for the strong."
Mycenir suddenly whispered, "I can't be a stepping stone, never allow it!"
Not far away, Mu Cang looked at him quietly with amusement in his eyes.
