"The essence of potions is the stimulation of external forces, which causes the soul to grow excessively, and then feeds back to the body and spirit. However, the raw materials for refining potions are not completely harmless, and humans do not have as much control over the soul as they think they do.
In-depth, therefore, many extraordinary people who gained power through the potion system lost control of themselves and fell into madness and obsession. They either became beasts dominated by instinct and only knew how to vent their desires, or they were in pain and unwillingness.
Take the initiative to end your own life, and even your bones will be reduced to ashes."
Saint Xalia used a metaphor to describe this phenomenon: "It's like climbing a mountain in complete darkness at night, unable to see the path under your feet. You can only take steps based on feeling, and every step is accompanied by the fear of the unknown.
: Is it safe or safe, or does it slip and fall? No one can tell clearly at the moment when you don't land. So the pressure always lingers in your mind, and gradually increases as you climb the mountain. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the greater the pressure. In the end, you can't
People who bear this kind of pressure will lose their minds, give up voluntarily, throw themselves into the darkness of death, and sink completely."
When Ringer heard this, he couldn't help but express his truest thoughts: "It sounds like a road full of difficulties and dangers. Isn't there any way to prevent this loss of control?"
"Saint Tumi also had a similar idea and has been looking for a solution. What he finally came up with was a countermeasure called the 'acting method'."
"Acting method?" Ringer thought thoughtfully: "It sounds like the operating principles of an opera singer."
"It is indeed related to this. Rather, all the performance culture of modern civilization, including stage plays, operas, dramas, dances, speeches, etc., all originated from the acting method proposed by Saint Tumi." Saint Charlia said casually.
A historical secret that was enough to cause uproar in the art world was revealed, but I didn't care and continued: "The acting method requires extraordinary people to adjust their will to a state that is consistent with the corresponding laws, and never do anything that violates the nature of the laws.
Things don’t resist the changes they bring to themselves, which can effectively reduce the probability of losing control."
"But it's just a reduction?" Ringer keenly noticed that her statement was not absolute.
"Yes, just lowering it cannot completely solve it. Moreover, the acting method also brings another problem. For the extraordinary people with the kingship of order, the acting method requires them to pursue beautiful things such as fairness, justice, knowledge, etc.
But because of the huge gap between ideals and reality, they often fall into paranoia, or become negative and gloomy, thus embarking on an extreme path; for the extraordinary beings of the Chaos Kingship, the acting method requires them to bring about negative consequences such as disputes, death, and disasters.
For this reason, they are often disgusted and abandoned by the world. At the same time, they are gradually controlled by primitive desires such as killing and destruction, and they cannot extricate themselves."
"These two situations have caused the probability of the transcendent to lose control to remain at a high number, and the higher the sequence level, the more spiritually active, and the greater the chance of losing control. Saint Toumi calls this phenomenon "erosion"
, believes that the process of extraordinary beings becoming stronger is the process of maintaining self and spiritual purity amidst constant acting and erosion."
"Unfortunately, no one can resist erosion. Therefore, the loss of control of the extraordinary is a destined outcome. It is nothing more than a matter of time." Saint Xalia repeated what she just said with a serious expression: "This is why I don't
I hope you have a reason to choose this path, Ringer. You are a sensible person, and you probably don’t want to see yourself losing control, and..."
And, I don’t want to either.
She paused and kept this sentence in her heart without speaking it out.
"I don't have any ideas in this regard."
Ringer replied.
He wants to master the power of magic to help himself solve future troubles, not to make himself a big trouble.
Saint Xalia seemed to be relieved, but her exhalation and breathing were equally slow and long, so Linge couldn't hear any difference.
Suddenly there was the sound of a lamb bleating next to him. The lamb, which had already eaten to its heart's content, finally remembered that it had an owner. Looking back, it was discovered that the owner was alone with that stupid human. In order to prevent a certain situation
As soon as it appeared, it quickly ran over and stood between the two of them, barking at Ringer twice in a demonstration, showing a loyal and protective look.
Lin Ge looked at it expressionlessly, and his silent gaze seemed very oppressive. The lamb immediately turned around, shifted its position naturally, ran behind Saint Xalia, and stuck its head out.
, still bleating at him, but the scene has changed from being a loyal protector to a bully.
"Don't make trouble, little sheep."
Saint Xalia touched its head: "Linge and I have something to say, you go play with Alice and the others."
When the little sheep heard this, he showed disdain in his eyes, and his bleating voice seemed to say: I don't want to play with that childish Alice!
To be despised by a sheep, Alice's life is really disappointing... wonderful.
Ringer looked around silently and saw that on the temporary stage, the plant band was still playing hard. The banquet gradually entered the most cheerful but noisy stage. Even the proprietress Shesta had left the kitchen and was standing in front of the counter.
Chatting with the bartender. The two of them looked back at their youngest sister from time to time, with worries and some kind of expectations hidden in their eyes. However, the latter didn't realize it, and still pulled Meridian and chatted about something enthusiastically.
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The rabbit gentlemen began to take over the sovereignty of the hall. Some chased each other under the tables and chairs and played racing games; some jumped on the dining table and swept away the endless dishes; some held up wine bottles and stabbed each other.
, like experienced swordsmen dueling each other... By the way, these two rabbits have been dueling since the banquet, and there is no winner until now.
Olivia, who was sitting by the window sill, seemed a little tired of watching rabbits fighting, so she spread her book on her legs, yawning, and flipping through the soft white pages with her fingers, casually
He stared at the unconscious slumped shoulders, slightly narrowed eyes, and the small movements of reaching out to rub his eyes from time to time... all of which gave people the feeling that they might fall asleep at any time.
Although he knew that this sleepy and lazy look was a habit developed during those long nights when he could not sleep, her behavior still reminded Linge subconsciously of someone who was drowsy in class, but he still forced himself to listen.
Students who are taught by teachers try hard to give everyone the impression of being diligent and studious, such as...
"You guys!" A head suddenly popped up from the side, its bright eyes moving back and forth on the two people's faces, full of strong curiosity: "What are you talking about!?"
That's right, it's this guy.
Lin Ge's already paralyzed face became even more indifferent, and he didn't give this elusive maid a good look. Saint Xalia didn't mind that she suddenly came over to disturb her, and said to her in a soft tone: "We are talking about magic.
Linge wants to learn magic. Alice, do you also want to learn magic?"
"Magic!?"
The golden retriever maid's eyes became brighter: "I want it, I want it, how can you not bring me such a fun thing? Ringer, you are too uninterested, because you think I have a game console and a cassette, and you are jealous of me,
Is that why you exclude me? Oh, you can't do this. As for people, you need to be broad-minded, have a long-term vision, and have an open-minded mentality. People who are jealous of talents usually don't end well in the plot? Obviously,
I, Alice, am that kind of virtuous..."
In the end, it inexplicably turned into a criticism of Ringer. In response, the young man made Alice shut up with just one sentence: "Shut up."
"Oh."
Alice obviously couldn't disobey her employer's order, so she shut her mouth obediently, and at the same time made a funny zipper movement around her mouth, indicating that I had sewn her mouth tightly, you can continue to talk, I will never speak again.
Excuse me, if I make any noise, I will have to eat picky radishes, fried bile, mushrooms, and everything except onions for the next month... As for her ability to convey such complex thoughts with just her eyes.
Information is another kind of talent, right?
In short, although there was one more audience (咩咩!)...er, two more listeners, neither Shengxialia nor Linge was affected at all. One of them still spoke seriously, and the other listened seriously.<
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"The third system is also the most common system for secular mortals to recognize mysterious power, that is, magic, also known as modern magic. Because the magicians who have mastered this system have transformed the bloodline system mastered by aliens into
, the potion systems mastered by extraordinary people are collectively called ancient magic, and they regard it as a symbol of primitive backwardness. They believe that only modern magic can keep up with the passage of time and become a force that changes civilization."
"The person who proposed this point of view was also the founder of the modern magic system. He was respectfully called the 'Forefather of Magic' by later magicians. His name was Merlin Ambrosius."
"Wait!?" Alice, who had promised never to disturb her just now - well, she didn't promise - but was as quiet as a chicken after hearing the last sentence, couldn't help shouting: "What did you just say?
What is the name of the ancestor of magic, Saint Shalia?"
The good-tempered shepherd girl tolerated this guy's unprovoked noise in class, just glanced at her, and then calmly repeated: "The ancestor of magic, Merlin Ambrosius."