Entering the black energy planet, Tang Shidao's first feeling was that time had slowed down! It wasn't completely still, but it had become extremely slow.
Now, his strength only needed to be sensed.
Tang Shidao immediately understood that this wasn't a power-type mission, but a kind of development of data and imagination. It wasn't a fight of fists and feet, but a battle of the mind. At the same time, Tang Shidao felt that he had changed from a baby to a child, then from a child to a teenager, then from a teenager to a young man, and finally stopped at around sixteen years old.
Just a few seconds.
Tang Shidao experienced a new life.
The difference was.
Two things in this "life" had been modified.
The first was the name: the original identity was Ning Yan, but now Ning Yan had been deleted or overwritten as Tang Shidao, abbreviated as "Tang."
The second was power: the original was a weak scum, a freshman who had just stepped into the magic academy, an ordinary person who couldn't even make a fireball. Now it had been replaced by himself, and he also had all his current spells. If this mission was a story, then the original was just a passerby. Now, this passerby had become himself doing the mission.
At this time.
Tang Shidao also found that Life Weave and Perfect Person Physique had been "isolated" and had completely lost their effect. Similarly, all the magic artifacts and materials in the Book of Ten Thousand Spells were also isolated and couldn't be taken out for use. Now he only had one type of thing left: spells!
It was understandable.
This wasn't a real space. It was like a database. You could use modification tools to modify the data of a game character, but you couldn't directly take a real sword and stuff it into a computer. Therefore, the "database" of the mission only read spells and magic power, and nothing else could be identified.
At this point, Tang Shidao was only a little surprised, but not shocked.
Long before he had obtained the Primordial Bell, he wasn't surprised to see this "pure digital" space. From a scientific point of view, this was just equivalent to a real virtual online game.
Understanding the current situation.
Tang Shidao looked inside himself again and found that all his senses were present. Vision, smell, hearing, taste, touch, air temperature, and body comfort were all present. It was complete, without missing anything, as if he was just living in a different world.
What he wasn't used to was that his body was too weak.
Now that he didn't have a strong physique and only had magic power, he felt like a brittle sniper with a sniper rifle. He felt like he would die if a dagger slit his throat. Subconsciously, Tang Shidao focused on Resurrection, Rebirth, Hades' Ferry, and Reincarnation. With them around, he could feel more at ease.
Then I look for the Book of Colorless … Hmm, it's not here.
Even if it was digitized, Forbidden Spells were the only existence that could not be read by the database.
He couldn't use forbidden spells.
Tang Shidao didn't care. It was just a magic kindergarten in front of him. Those who knew Fireball were already top students. His strength was definitely enough. Tang Shidao looked at the group of students in the class who were making a ruckus. Now, there was only one thing that troubled him. Who was the main character of this game?
There were no hints, no positioning, and no one knew who was important.
It was the first time.
He didn't even know who the target of the quest was. The class of magic students in front of him, including the teachers and even the school guards, could all be the main characters. Who should he help? It was too much of a pain in the ass. If he accidentally threw a Chain Lightning, the main character would be electrocuted to death in minutes. It seemed like the main character of the quest was an awesome person who created a spell on his own. Why was he holed up in such a small place?
"Quiet!" The academy tutor entered the classroom and immediately scolded the noisy scene in a thunderous voice.
This wasn't Sonic Boom.
This was a simple fluctuation of magic power and couldn't be called a spell yet.
It was just that …
Tang Shidao was very surprised. He didn't expect a "fake Mage" outside the Mage Net to be able to do this. Coming back to his senses, Tang Shidao suddenly realized that he hadn't received formal magic education yet! He only had the advantage of the Mage Net from the beginning, which allowed him to cast spells without cooldown or charge. In terms of basic knowledge, he was still a rookie who hadn't even attended a day of class.
"Magic is the conversion and application of magic power …" The academy tutor began the lesson and explained the most basic things.
Most of the students didn't listen much, because they were descendants of Mages and already knew these things.
Tang Shidao was different.
He listened very carefully.
"A flame is different from a fireball. Flames are a kind of random burning, fireballs are a kind of perfect control. It's not difficult to create fireballs, but this doesn't mean that you've really mastered the Fireball Spell. You can create flames with a match, but it doesn't mean that you know the Fireball Spell just because you have a match. Every spell is a sequence. Creating a spell is equivalent to creating a word. You, and even me, use the Fireball Spell with words. We're still a hundred thousand miles away from creating words. "
The academy tutor created a fireball in his palm and demonstrated it in class. Tang Shidao felt that he was doing it a little reluctantly. Obviously, he wasn't a practical person, but an academic.
There was a slight hiss in the class.
Obviously, some students looked down on this little skill. They had already seen more powerful spells.
The academy tutor's expression didn't change.
Before the class started, he already knew that most of these students were the children of Mages. A few were the poor students from the orphanage. Since they were from the Family of Mages, it was normal for them to understand magic. It wasn't surprising that their level was higher than his. This society seemed fair, but in reality, Mages had way more resources than ordinary people.
It was normal for those with powerful families to look down on the tutor.
"The creation of magic has a 'starting point' and 'ending point'. To put it simply, it's like drawing a circle. It must be complete, perfect, or the energy will explode in your own hands. "The academy tutor continued the class, ignoring the discussion in the class.
Whoever wanted to listen could listen.
Whoever wanted to play could play.
Students from Family of Mages, you couldn't expect them to attend class obediently. Poor students, hehe, a staff or a magic ring was worth decades of work. It would be strange if they could keep up with the progress of their cultivation. Mages were money-making machines, but magic apprentices were money-burning machines … Poor students really couldn't become useful.
"For additional spells, such as Burning Hand, you first need to prevent yourself from burning." This time, there was no formal demonstration, only theory.
Most of the students in the class were laughing.
Because …
"The simplest way is if you have money, buy a protective artifact." The academy tutor explained the reason, and then said, "If you don't have money, you can only practice on your own. Magic is a kind of control. If you want to have an effect and prevent yourself from hurting, you must create a spell deviation or a spell blind spot in the control. For example, casting Stone Rain, normally it will fall on your head. However, if you create a spell blind spot in the beginning, then your position won't be hit. "
"Excuse me, what is spell deviation?" A poor student in the class also asked.
"This question … Normal spell deviation has many manifestations. Teacher, let's talk about the simple one. For example, a small river, if you dig a bend in the middle and let it flow in a straight line, the end will still flow to the end. During this process, if you stand in the middle of the bend and not be hit by the river, you will be in the position of spell deviation. "
"Does Burning Hand create a layer of 'bend' on the skin?" The poor student asked again.
"Yes, it can be like that. You can also let the spell pass directly through your body. For example, you can turn yourself into a fishing net and let the river pass directly without affecting yourself. This is just a description, it doesn't really turn you into a fishing net. The so-called spell deviation can only be controlled by yourself, it is not possible to do it to the enemy's spell. "
"Teacher, why are you talking so much, isn't it just a protective artifact?" The rich student in the class shouted, indicating that it was meaningless to talk about it.
"Yes." The teacher didn't want to say more.
He knew very well that even if he didn't like these mages' children, they were the easiest students to succeed. With the support of a mage family, the poor students couldn't compare at all. Not to mention the poor students, even he, as a teacher, couldn't compare to their resources.
He could only say that he tried his best to help the students who were listening carefully.
After a class.
Tang Shidao had a lot of feelings in his heart. To him, these foundations were outdated, but they were things that he didn't understand clearly.
After three classes in the morning.
It was time for lunch break.
"Hey, you are Tang Shidao, right? Hello, I am Lui Ah, you can call me Lui. "
"Oh, hello, Lui." Tang Shidao couldn't help but admire the magic of this mission. There was nothing unreasonable in front of him, everything was real. Other than himself being the 'mission person', the whole world was perfect.
Of course, Tang Shidao knew that this was just a database, but its simulation level was too high.
"Hello, Tang. You were so serious just now, so amazing, I wanted to sleep when I heard this. It felt strange, you seemed to understand everything. Really, Tang, you understood everything? "Lui Ah was also a sixteen-year-old boy, young, straightforward, and not scheming at all.
"It's okay, the teacher didn't explain it too complicated." Tang Shidao didn't feel anything wrong. Until now, he still couldn't find out who the 'protagonist' was.
"It's already very complicated, Tang, most people can't understand." Lui Ah said lightly, then smiled and said, "I used to be taught by my grandfather as he demonstrated spells, it took him a few times before I understood. You were born in an orphanage, you probably only came into contact with normal books. If you can understand it, it means that you are super smart. "
Tang Shidao didn't know what to say.
In short, he could say: I have been using spells for a long time, I just haven't heard the theory.
"Tang, let's eat together?"
"Yes, okay." Tang Shidao followed the rhythm.
Was Lui Ah the protagonist?
He didn't know.
Anyway, he didn't do anything, he didn't affect the direction of the plot at all. According to the original plot, the 'Ning Yan' he replaced was a normal character, he believed that in the future, he would be an inconspicuous working apprentice or brick-moving teenager.
So, everything was normal.
When he returned to the dormitory at night, he threw his blanket and bed outside the room.
Poor people shouldn't play with the children of mages.
Lui Ah was the child of a mage, he was just an orphan. So, someone was warning him … Well, it was the arrogance of a child, the arrogance of a teenager who thought that "the sky is the second and the earth is the third". Tang Shidao didn't want to cause trouble now, he wasn't interested in dealing with these little kids. Before he found the 'protagonist', it was best that nothing changed.
A meteor shower would destroy the whole city … the mission would be ruined.
It wasn't worth it.
Ten days later.
Tang Shidao got to know some new friends in the orphanage, he also got to know some teachers. After all, the teachers all liked such a hardworking child. Of course, he also annoyed a group of rich students, they were the mainstream of the academy after all.
"Still playing with Lui Ah? How dare he, a pauper. Teach him a lesson! "
"Okay."
"Go find the dog king in the East District, ask him to find a dog in the evening and bring it to the river. Those paupers are usually there. It's okay if he bites it to death, he doesn't like the look of it anyway. "
"Okay."
In the evening, by the river, Tang Shidao was gathering with a group of friends.
"It smells so good, where did the dog meat come from?"
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