Roland recalled what he had done before.
He drank some wine and then tried to cast a spell in reality!
Damn it, was that the reason?
If Roland had told others before that he had fainted with a nosebleed because he was going to cast a spell like in the game, he would probably have been thought to be delusional.
But now, Roland had a strange intuition.
He had fainted because he wanted to cast a spell. That was definitely the reason.
He was in a daze. Schuck looked at him and suddenly had a subtle expression as if he had thought of something.
Such a speculation made Roland a little confused. He froze for a moment, found his phone on the small table next to the bed, made a shushing gesture to his childhood friends, and dialed the number.
A few seconds later, the call was connected.
"Dad, I'm not going back for lunch at noon. Schuck asked me to go to his place for a drink."
"Don't drink too much and come back early."
"Okay, no problem," Roland replied in an extremely energetic tone.
As soon as the phone was hung up, he immediately returned to his previous listless appearance.
"Don't tell my family." Roland looked at his childhood friends and smiled weakly. "And Li Lin, I'll transfer some money to you. Help me buy a set of clothes. This set is full of blood. I'm afraid that my family will find out if I wear it back. They'll be worried."
"What money!" Li Lin muttered and turned to leave the ward.
Betta said, "Brother Roland, are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you something to eat."
"No, I'll call delivery for a lean meat congee."
Roland felt very hungry and empty. Back in college, he wasn't as tired as he was now even when he chased after his ex-girlfriend and ate meat five times a night.
Brazil, Raffel, and Husseret saw that Roland was fine, so they said goodbye and left first.
Schuck and Betta stayed, intending to take care of Roland, because they were the most idle right now.
Not long after, the lean meat porridge was delivered, and Roland wolfed it down. Then, half lying on the bed, he chatted with Schuck and Betta. After talking for less than ten minutes, he slowly fell asleep.
Schuck told Betta to go home first while he took care of Roland here.
When Roland woke up again, it was already evening.
The doctor came to check on him and found that he was fine, so he allowed him to leave the hospital.
Then, Schuck put a bag next to Roland's bed. "These are the clothes Li Lin bought for you. He had an emergency and went home first. See if they fit."
The S.A.C clothes were simple, which suited Roland quite well.
After changing in the changing room, Roland and Schuck left the hospital.
On the way home, Schuck said, "If you still feel uncomfortable, you must tell us. Don't make us worry too much."
"Don't worry, I'm not a stubborn person."
The two of them parted at a fork in the road. When Roland returned home, he deliberately avoided his parents and returned to his room. He changed into a set of pajamas and then ran to the living room.
After having dinner with his family and chatting for a while, Roland's father suddenly asked, "Son, I saw the news today. It said that the knowledge and skills learned in a 'virtual' game can be applied in real life. Is it the game you're playing?"
Roland nodded. He guessed that his father must've seen today's news too.
"In this case, even if I can't make money, I should play for a while longer," Roland's father said slowly.
Roland smiled and said, "Money has to be earned too. I have more than half a million dollars in my bank account now."
Roland's parents looked at each other. How long had it been? It seemed that their son's plan to earn a million dollars in two years should be a success.
It was just that their feelings were a bit hard to express. Although they were quite happy that their son had made money, as people of the older generation, they always felt that it wasn't a good thing to play too many games.
In their hearts, they hoped that their son wouldn't reach this goal, so that their son would take the civil service exam and live a stable life.
Things like making money from playing games always seemed a bit illusory to them.
No matter how much money he made, there was no sense of security.
It was just that they couldn't find any reason to stop their son from developing in this direction.
So when they heard that Roland had made a lot of money, they weren't too happy.
After dinner, Roland returned to his room and lay on the bed.
He wasn't in the mood to read the forum anymore. Instead, he was thinking about what happened before.
He fainted from casting a spell.
Assuming that this was true, then the proposition that it was possible to cast spells in reality could be established.
But why did he pass out?
Mental power backlash?
Or … this world didn't have magic elements at all, so he couldn't cast spells?
Or maybe, it was both?
The model of Inferior Fireball emerged in Roland's mind. In the morning, he had wanted to condense a Inferior Fireball to scare people, but he passed out.
Inferior Fireball was a level-one spell, and he passed out because of it. What if it was a level-zero trick?
Roland's heart began to pound, and the excitement of exploring the unknown spread through his body.
A level-zero trick didn't require much mental power, and the effect of magic backlash was very small.
Try it?
What if his nostrils bled again?
Try it?
Father would be scared if something happened again.
Try it?
The two thoughts kept clashing.
Roland sat up straight, his face green and red.
Finally, he slowly raised his right hand.
In his mind, he had already switched to the node connection diagram of Light Ball.
Pop!
There was a soft snap of fingers.
There seemed to be a faint surge of light in the air, but nothing happened.
Roland put down his hand and was about to be disappointed, when he felt a stabbing pain in his head.
The pain was quick and urgent. It was like a needle had been pierced through the space between his eyebrows, and then spun a few times in his brain. Finally, it traveled down his spine, and the pain continued all the way down.
The pain was exactly the feeling of a needle moving through his veins.
There was a kind of nerve spasm in the stabbing pain.
Roland grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, the veins near his forehead bulging, his face red, and sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.
It was really painful. The pain lasted for nearly ten minutes before it slowly faded.
Roland returned to the bed again.
Although the spell didn't succeed, he understood one thing … it was definitely possible to cast spells in reality, or he wouldn't have felt so uncomfortable.
As for why the spell failed, the reason was very simple.
He didn't have magic power!
Maybe it was because there was no magic power in this world.
Mental power was just a catalyst, and magic elements were the foundation of magic formation.
He rested on the bed for a while, and after his body recovered, Roland went to wash up. At 22: 00, he entered the game world on time.
After entering the game, he immediately felt the dense magic elements in the air.
He also finally knew why he always felt that something was missing in the air every time he returned to the real world.
What was missing was magic elements.
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