"Ah … I can't live anymore …"
Huai Shi sat in the garden. His clothes were messy and his face was pale. When he thought about what had happened in the past two days, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and cry.
This was no longer a situation where he was on the verge of bankruptcy. First, he was discovered by someone to interview for a gigolo job and his reputation was ruined. Then, he inexplicably encountered a dead body. Then, he was pointed at by various cameras and brought into some strange department. In the end, his spirit suffered a terrible blow …
From the inside to the outside, from his spirit to his wallet, he could no longer support such a bitter and painful life.
Especially the record in the book just now. Huai Shi wanted to die every time he read it. Unfortunately, his family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to buy a rope. The natural gas had been cut off for half a year.
There was no way to seek death and no way to live.
"It's a dead ball. Forget it!"
He threw the notebook to the side. He was powerless, furious, and crying like a panda. After the fury and tears were over, he obediently picked up the notebook and wiped the dirt off it. Then, he sighed and continued to stare at the bare garden in a daze.
It will pass. Huai Shi, it will pass … Maybe after a while, he would forget about it.
He secretly prayed in his heart. Then, he began to have a headache about where to earn the next living expenses.
"It's good that you can think that way. But after calculating the time, those guys should have their eyes on you … "
He heard an unfamiliar voice beside him. It sounded like a woman's voice. It was hoarse and charming, with a trace of indescribable mockery. She said, "Young man, you're going to die."
"You're the one who's going to die!"
Huai Shi turned around and glared at her. Then, he froze in place.
There was no one beside him.
This was his backyard. No one would come here in the first place, let alone talk to him for no reason.
But who was the one talking?
He saw a Crow lazily combing its wings on the fence.
"Don't be silly. Yes, it's me."
In his confused expression, the Crow said indifferently, "It's the Crow talking to you. That's right, you're not having a nightmare."
As she spoke, she seemed to have burped.
"You can talk?"
Huai Shi was stunned, then immediately became alert. "No, what the hell are you?"
Crow chuckled softly, and his tone became aggrieved and mischievous. "Wow, when you stared at me every day without blinking, you treated me as a little sweetheart. Now you're calling me a ghost?"
"You, you, you … you are that stupid book?"
Huai Shi reacted and flipped open the cover of the notebook. On the title page … the silhouette of the Crow had disappeared without a trace. It was as if it had really become a living creature and had flown out of the page.
"More or less."
Crow sighed and looked at the notebook in his arms: "Although I'm also a remnant, I'm just a small part of the record on it.
However, if you confuse me with the Kingdom of Heaven, that would be too funny. "
After saying something that Huai Shi couldn't understand, she suddenly changed the topic and stared at Huai Shi with her red eyes. "However, this has nothing to do with who I am. The problem is …"
— — do you really think that I was tricking you? "
She asked softly. "Didn't you personally experience the records of those people before they died?"
Huai Shi thought about the nightmare he had last night and subconsciously shivered. His voice became hoarse. "Are they really … … all dead?"
"Ah, that's right."
Crow nodded. "Apart from you, everyone who has seen that box is already dead.
There really is a lot of good stuff inside. After sleeping for so many years, it's rare to be able to replenish so much Origin Substance. Although it's a bit messy, it should be enough for eight or nine hundred people, right? "
She smacked her lips and looked at Huai Shi happily. "For the sake of those greeting gifts, do you need my help, young man?"
.
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"40 grams of copper, 57 grams of silver, 12 grams of tin powder … … a set of crucibles and gas burners, and the rest of the lead is free … …"
In the evening, Huai Shi, who had been running around the city all day, finally returned home. He threw the plastic bag in his hand on the table and picked up the leftover mineral water he drank the day before. He didn't care if it was healthy or not.
"My money has been emptied, and I'm in debt. What's the use of buying these things?"
"Alchemy, of course."
Crow picked her feathers and calmly said, "It's not easy to create a Sacred Mark that ordinary people like you can use."
"Sacred Mark?" Huai Shi laughed. "Do you want me to be a cleaner in the air?"
"What is this? A joke of modern people? "
"No, it's just a trick used by trashy game developers to cheat money."
Thinking about the few students in his class who were red-eyed from spending money, easily spending fifty to thirty to forty thousand, Huai Shi felt … … envious.
"It's not the same, Huai Shi. Although the name is the same, the Sacred Mark I'm talking about is not that kind of ridiculous thing."
Crow calmly explained, "If the essence of the soul possessed by the Ascended is the embryonic form of the divine right. Then the Sacred Mark is the result of analyzing the legacy of the gods.
By tracing back the traces of the miracle to find the way to the divine, imitating the gods, investigating the authority of the gods and the remaining traces of the gods, the research results are the existence of the Sacred Mark. Using a secret instrument composed of metal and incense, imitating a huge miracle to create a small miracle.
This is the Sacred Mark. "
"… … God?"
Huai Shi was stunned. "Are there really gods in this world?"
"There used to be."
Crow was silent for a moment. "But they're all dead. The things abandoned by the times are nothing to worry about in today's world. I'm afraid that soon, they won't even be worth remembering."
In this regard, Crow didn't want to say more. He just urged Huai Shi to set up the crucible and start the refining as soon as possible.
"Is it enough to just use these?"
When the temperature of the flame was enough, Huai Shi followed Crow's instructions. He put on a mask and ground the lead into powder. He mixed it with his own blood and carefully wrote inscriptions that he didn't know at all on the thin metal. The structure of the inscriptions was very simple, but there was no room for error.
Crow's eyes were terrible. Even if there was a slight deviation, he had to erase and rewrite it. After wasting a lot of blood, he finally finished this simple job.
"These are just auxiliary materials. Even the simplest Sacred Mark is not a result that can be smelted by mortal fire and mortal metal. Now it's just the most simple emergency materials. In the future, when you want to make more advanced Sacred Marks, you'll need the blood of phantom beasts and a lot of sacrifices, even … "
He paused for a moment and didn't say anything else. He just said lightly, "Rest for ten minutes. We'll start again at a quarter past eleven. Remember, you only have one chance. If you miss it, I don't think you have enough money to start again, right?"
When money was mentioned, Huai Shi suddenly became more and more nervous. He held the notes in his hand and repeatedly confirmed the order that Crow had dictated to him. He practiced it in his mind.
Crow, on the other hand, stood next to the crucible and stared at the flame.
In the blink of an eye, the crimson flame suddenly turned pure white. In the end, countless streams of light appeared, magnificent and gorgeous.
But Crow's figure was becoming more and more faint.
"What is that?"
"Origin Substance, Origin Substance that has been ignited." Crow glanced at him and didn't wait for him to ask again. He explained, "Origin Substance is the substance that makes up the soul. The spirit that is stored in the substance … … You can think of it as the fragments of the soul.
You don't have enough materials, so you can only work on the flame. Now, you have to burn a person's soul every second. Ah, don't worry about the source. These are all from that box. "
Huai Shi swallowed his saliva, not knowing what to say.
What was even more terrifying than burning a person every second was that, according to Crow, there were thousands of Origin Substances inside the box … …
What kind of damned thing was this?
"Don't think too much about it. It's starting, Huai Shi."
Crow glanced at Huai Shi one last time. The liquid lead in the crucible was already boiling, but there was no stench or other odor. Instead, under the torment of the pure white flames, a faint trace of gold could be seen.
It was as if there were golden dust floating in the middle of a light gray.
Huai Shi didn't have time to think too much about it. He grabbed the items that he had arranged in order and threw them into the crucible one by one. First was tin, then copper, and finally silver … …
Every time he threw them in, the liquid metal in the crucible didn't ripple at all. In an instant, the foreign objects were completely melted.
The pure white flames suddenly rose, and countless rays of light were greedily sucked into the crucible. The intense light stung Huai Shi's eyes.
At the last moment, Huai Shi heard Crow sigh.
"I hope I made the right bet this time, Huai Shi."
As she murmured softly, she, who was already as thin as a phantom, suddenly spread her wings, flapped them, and flew into the crucible.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the flames were extinguished. The liquid in the crucible rose up, forming a complicated outline in the air. In the end, it collapsed inwards layer by layer.
Under Huai Shi's stunned gaze, it gradually solidified and floated down from the sky.
It was a feather.
A metallic feather.
The feather seemed to be made of pure silver. Every fork on it was slender and perfect, without any flaws. Light flowed across the mirror-like membrane, as if it was reflecting the entire world. All kinds of strange scenes constantly flashed by.
The feather fell into Huai Shi's hand.
"This is my current body, a special type of Sacred Mark of the Indefinite System — Branches of Events."
Crow's voice sounded in his ear, full of exhaustion. "With that notebook and Branches of Events, even before the Upheaval, you are qualified to be a registrar."
Huai Shi stared blankly at the thick notebook in her hand that was flipping through the pages without any wind. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. It was clearly a flowing handwriting, but she felt as if she was looking at herself in a mirror.
Another him that only existed in written records.
"What … … is this thing?"
"Well, if you want to say … … it's probably the last remnant of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth." Crow sighed softly. "You can call it the Book of Destiny."
At that moment, countless flowing words suddenly gathered together. As the Crow on the title page disappeared without a trace, new lines of words appeared.
Huai Shi (Stress Period)
Title: None
Sacred Mark: None
Miracle Mark: None
Skills: General Knowledge LV3, Art — Performance — Cello LV6, Death Premonition LV0.
… …
"Look, the current you is the master that it acknowledges." Crow said tiredly, "You can figure out the specific usage later, I'm going to sleep for a while … …"
"Wait a minute, what the hell is' Death Premonition '? Why is it so vague? "
Huai Shi put his face on the title page, only then did he see the almost indistinct line of words.
"It's the premonition of death. No matter what it is, after experiencing dozens of deaths in a row, there will be some experience, right? Indistinct and dim means that it has been learned, but not to the extent of being called a skill. But I didn't expect that there would be a LV6 cello performance. You, this guy, might really be a genius … … "
The voice gradually drifted away, and in the end, its voice could no longer be heard.
It might really have fallen asleep.
Only the dumbfounded Huai Shi held the pen and book, not knowing what to do with it.
Holding the quill known as' Branching Matter ', the corresponding operations and applications naturally appeared in his mind. Apart from manipulating some text-type objects, the greatest function of the quill was that it could write in the air and freely change colors.
"That's good, at least I can save on printing fees when I send out random ads in the future … …"
Huai Shi looked at the quill with a wry smile, and finally looked at the book in his hand. After he carefully flipped through it, he found that there seemed to be no changes in it. Only in the files that appeared at the end, there were a few that faintly glowed.
Huai Shi hesitated for a long time, raised the quill, and pointed at them.
In an instant, the page shone brightly.
The light engulfed him.
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