In the wetlands of Hollevin, almost fifty Mages were using magic nonstop to turn the swamp into a rock base and then into a regular mud base.
Roland was among them. He snapped his fingers and transformed the two hundred square meters of swamp in front of him into a rock base and then back again.
The process only took about seven seconds, while other players usually took more than twelve seconds.
The gap didn't seem too big, but the other Mages shifted an area of fifty to a hundred square meters, so the gap between the two parties was huge.
These people had been working here for two days. A large part of the swamp had been turned into regular mud base.
Looking at his mana bar that was running low, Roland sat on the ground and took a rest. He also took out some fruit wine from his Backpack and had a drink.
After he was done, he grabbed the mud base that he had just transformed and observed it for a while, only to find it odd.
"Did you find anything?" asked O 'Neal from behind.
O 'Neal was the leader of these people, and he was quite strong. Although he wasn't as efficient as Roland in terms of transformation, he was much better than the other players.
"The swamp here used to be quite fertile, but after the transformation, the fertility of the soil has obviously dropped. It doesn't make sense."
"Actually, I think it makes sense." O 'Neal smiled. "From the perspective of conservation of mass, the total mass of the swamp shouldn't be as high as the transformed dense mud base. What's with the extra mass? So, is the decline in fertility a conservation of mass from another perspective? "
Roland nodded. "You do have a point."
"So, in the world of magic, the seemingly unreasonable things can be explained in a way." O 'Neal smiled. "As long as we keep the game running long enough, we can discover more things that can be used in reality."
Roland looked at O 'Neal in surprise.
O 'Neal raised his eyebrow. "It seems that you've brought some magic ideas to reality?"
Roland's eyes widened in shock. "What? Magic concepts can be brought to the real world?"
Then, Roland slapped his thigh and laughed. "You're really funny. How can you bring the things in the game, the magic, to reality? If there were mysterious phenomena on Earth, the country would've grasped them a long time ago. We wouldn't be here to guess. Or … you can use magic in reality? "
In the end, Roland observed O 'Neal curiously.
O 'Neal shrugged. "How is that possible? If even you, the number one mage, can't do it, then it's even more impossible for a slacker like me to do it. I just think it's possible. "
"Actually, I really want to cast spells in reality." "In the game, I can destroy the world, but in reality, I'm just a defenseless city dweller. Every time I return from the game to reality, I always feel a sense of loss."
O 'Neal patted Roland's shoulder. "It's okay. I can understand, because I'm almost the same."
After that, the two of them chatted for a while about magic, and then began to transform the swamp.
This work continued until the game server went down on a daily basis.
Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"As expected of a boss with high intelligence. You're actually starting to suspect that I can cast spells in the real world." Roland waved his hands, and two blue Hands of Magic flew out and helped him take his clothes out of the closet. "I wonder if my acting skills fooled him."
Roland didn't tell anybody that he could cast spells in reality.
He didn't even tell his parents or his friends. How could he reveal it to someone he didn't know?
After washing up, Roland called Qi Shaoqiu. "Have you checked on Jin Wenwen in the past two days?"
"I don't care about her." Qi Shaoqiu's angry voice came from the phone. "I've already lost a lot by paying thousands of dollars for her emergency and hospitalization fees. You want me to visit her? No way."
"Then consider it a visit to get your money back." Roland joked with a smile.
"Forget it. I'm too lazy to meet her family." Qi Shaoqiu yawned. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. I know you want to see her because you want to ask for the address of that bald man, right? Ask her yourself. Don't drag me into this. "
"It's the Iron Head Technique."
Qi Shaoqiu said helplessly, "I don't care what technique it is … By the way, my little sister made too much breakfast and can't finish it. Come and eat it. It's your favorite wonton noodles."
"Oh, I'll be right there."
Roland thought of the wonton noodles Night Tide Sands made and immediately wanted to drool.
What she made was really delicious.
He rode his bike to the saber arts club for breakfast, and after chatting with Night Tide Sands for a while, he rode a public bike to the hospital.
After asking the nurse and learning that Jin Wenwen had been transferred from the ICU to a general ward, he went over with the apple he bought on the way.
When he found Jin Wenwen, she was lying on the hospital bed with a middle-aged woman sitting next to her.
As soon as Roland walked over, Jin Wenwen saw him with a somewhat surprised expression.
Roland greeted the middle-aged woman, then put the apple on the cabinet next to the hospital bed and said, "It seems that you should be fine. You should be able to leave the hospital after a few days of rest."
"Thank you very much." Jin Wenwen had an operation on her body and couldn't move right now. She lay and said slowly, "Before I passed out, I saw you on the phone. You must've informed Qi Shaoqiu."
Roland nodded.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman next to him said unhappily, "Why are you still mentioning that man? Scumbag, his girlfriend suffered so much and was so miserable, and he didn't even come over to take a look, bah."
Roland said indifferently, "Auntie, you're wrong to say that. Qi Shaoqiu is no longer Jin Wenwen's girlfriend. He was already very responsible to carry Jin Wenwen into the ambulance and help her pay for the first aid and sign the surgical consent form and so on. He can't ask for more. "
"Aren't you Little Wen's friend? Why are you speaking up for that man? "The middle-aged woman looked upset.
Roland sighed. "Qi Shaoqiu and I are friends, and Jin Wenwen and I just know each other."
The middle-aged woman was a little surprised. She looked at Roland for a moment. "You're not Little Wen's suitor?"
"No."
The middle-aged woman's expression immediately became a little awkward.
Jin Wenwen interjected at this time, "Mom, go out for a while, I'll talk to him."
"Okay, call me if you need anything."
Jin Wenwen nodded.
After the middle-aged woman left the ward, Jin Wenwen said with a smile, "I'm sorry, that's just my mother's personality, she's more straightforward."
Roland was quite surprised that the sarcastic and mean Jin Wenwen actually apologized.
"Don't look like you've seen an alien." Jin Wenwen laughed softly. "I'm someone who almost died once anyway, it's normal for me to have some understanding and change, right?"
At this time, Jin Wenwen was a little less heroic, a little more soft, and a little more feminine.
She didn't look as annoying as before.
"Tell Qi Shaoqiu when you have time, and if he's free, come to see me." Jin Wenwen showed some confusion. "I want to talk about what happened in the past, and we can talk calmly. I was wrong about a lot of things, but he's more or less responsible."
"Okay." Roland nodded. "I'll only help you pass on the message, I can't guarantee that he'll come to see you."
"I understand." Seeing Roland agree, Jin Wenwen smiled quite casually. "Also, you actually came to see me for something this time, right? After all, you hate me very much, and you absolutely wouldn't come to see me if there wasn't anything. "
Roland hummed. "Actually, I want to know, where the father and son who wounded you live?"
"You want to learn martial arts from them?"
"I feel that the Iron Head Art is quite powerful." Roland found a random excuse.
He couldn't tell her about the energy balls, could he?
Jin Wenwen's eyes widened. "You'll go bald if you practice the Iron Head Art."
"Well, I'm just looking, not necessarily learning the Iron Head Art." Roland felt a little cold sweat on his forehead.
Was the old man lying when he said that the Iron Head Art wasn't the main cause of his baldness?
But he was going for the energy balls, not the Iron Head Art, so it should be fine … He hoped that it wasn't the kind of energy balls that could only be produced by practicing the Iron Head Art.
He was still young and unmarried. It didn't seem appropriate for him to go bald at such a young age.
Looking at Roland's slightly stiff expression, Jin Wenwen chuckled. This chuckle affected the place on her chest where the surgery was. She frowned in pain, but she endured it and said, "Okay, I'm sleepy too. If you have something to do, you can go ahead. After I recover, I'll treat you and Qi Shaoqiu to a feast. Thank you for your willingness to lend a helping hand even though we're enemies."
That was quite an intelligent statement.
Roland was completely sure that Jin Wenwen seemed to be really different from before.
Could it be that he had been possessed by someone?
After getting the address from Jin Wenwen, Roland soon found the old man on a public bike.
It was a courtyard house made of green bricks that was common in the countryside.
The red wooden gate was wide open. Roland walked in and saw that in the courtyard, an old man was standing in a horse stance and smashing his head with a red brick very quickly.
After smashing the red brick with his left hand, he switched to his right hand.
When the red brick hit his head, it immediately broke with a dull sound. The brick residue fell to the ground and paved a circle of rubble.
There was a pile of bricks in front of the old man. There were about fifty of them. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. It didn't take long before the old man finished smashing all the bricks.
Then, he spread out his hands, raised them above his head, and slowly pressed them down, making a closing movement of sinking Qi into his Dantian.
Roland couldn't help but clap his hands.
Impressive.
The old man turned around and was rather unhappy to see that it was Roland. "Young man, it's a big taboo to peep at other people's practice … But this is a society governed by law, so I won't hold you accountable."
Roland chuckled. "Uncle, you're very generous. I'm here to learn …"
At this moment, Roland's eyes passed the old man. He suddenly saw that, across the fifteen-meter-long courtyard, in the living room on the opposite side, several clusters of invisible energy were floating.
Shoot … I'm right to come.
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