"This book can be used to get started? If I can't get started, I can use it to kill myself. The design is really humane. "Reynolds searched for a while on the shelf and roughly understood the content through the preface of the book. He found a very interesting phenomenon: the introductory books of divine arts were thin and light, and none of the introductory books of other types of spells weighed less than five kilograms.
Only a silver-sealed spell book called "The Devil's Law and Language" was portable.
It was difficult to get started with spells, not because of the abnormal requirements for the reader's arm strength, but because of the very chaotic spell system. Reynolds roughly looked through it. Take the simplest spell to create light, for example, in "The Mystical Wisdom in Stories and Proverbs", there were a total of 862 completely different ways to cast it. The most troublesome thing was that these more than 800 ways were all correct. Predecessors had successfully used them on different occasions, but no one knew which way was suitable for you. A Spell Caster would be able to find about thirty to fifty types of spells that would allow him to cast the light effect. However, there was no guarantee that any of them would be effective in all situations.
Being able to be repeated was the most important sign that a system could work, and magic was far from being able to do that. Reynolds designed games, so he was very clear about the importance of success rate in a system of abilities. A failure rate of one percent would not attract attention, a failure rate of five percent would cause anxiety, a failure rate of ten percent would cause frustration, a failure rate of twenty percent would cause resentment and resistance, and a failure rate of forty percent would cause people to give up.
"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. If it works, it works, and it will always work." This was the biggest advantage of the Goddess' divine arts. But in this world, first of all, you didn't know if it would work, and then you didn't know if it would work in the future. This was driving people crazy. Mages racked their brains to increase the success rate of casting spells. The general method was to make it easier for their spirit to enter the state of casting spells, and to synchronize with the fluctuations and frequency of the energy used as much as possible. And one of the methods was "Magic Dream."
The current Reynolds would never repeat the mistakes of "Magic Dream," but he really had to think about how to go down the path of magic. He wanted to get back his body, he wanted to get rid of the devil's influence on him, especially the negative influence. At least he had to be worthy of his life after crossing over, to be independent, autonomous, happy, and successful.
None of this could be solved by force or power, nor could it be solved by money. Even alchemy was powerless. In a situation where he could not use divine spells, he could only rely on spells.
Unlike the people of this world, Reynolds's starting point was never God, even with the existence of divine spells. From this point alone, he could be considered a "devil". He believed in logical thinking, causality, and the conciseness and strictness of programming languages.
He quickly read the forewords of dozens of books and had a general understanding of magic. The Goddess did not care about magic as it was not within her jurisdiction. Magic was a "natural" thing. It was imitated from spirits, monsters, dragons, and elements. It was learned from wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. In that case, since natural phenomena could be repeated, spells could also be repeated. There was definitely something wrong with the current spell.
Reynolds was not the first mage to have this idea, but he was the first to use a more advanced logical method to try to solve the problem. As a programmer, knowing that there was a bug, it was "natural" to have a sense of compulsion to correct it, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable.
"In the memories of the forked demons, although there are only a few mages who are stronger than devils in this world, they do exist. What I need to do is to increase the probability of becoming a powerful mage. " He picked up "Mystical Wisdom in Stories and Proverbs" and put "Prayers and Rituals" under his arm. Then he stuffed "Devil's Law and Language" into his clothes and put it close to his body. His stomach felt numb from the electric shock, but compared to the excitement of learning magic, this was nothing.
He was ready to put the heavy introductory spell book in the meditation room. Calory told him to take at least three hours to meditate every day, to adapt to the pressure that the wandering souls could bring to him as soon as possible, and he planned to learn magic during this time. Since the wandering souls became "food", the pressure did not exist, so Reynolds could focus on learning, which was already beyond his original expectations.
He was going to carry the divine spell book with him. He would definitely read this book carefully, but he would definitely not learn it. His identity as a devil made it impossible for him to learn the divine spells of the Goddess of Thunder. However, he needed to make a gesture, at least to let Calory see that he had tried. The old man was sincerely good to him, Reynolds knew this, and he did not want to disappoint him.
As for "Devil's Law and Language," he was determined to memorize it and use it as a real entry choice. This was not only because of the thickness of the book, but also because of the word "devil". Reynolds was very realistic, he knew that he would not lose the various abilities of a contract demon because of one good deed a day, or that he could turn from a devil to an angel. He also knew that he would not become a real evil devil just because he learned "Devil's Law and Language."
Since he was a devil, he would start learning from the most advantageous angle, this way the success rate would be the highest.
After planning all this, Reynolds looked outside and found that it was almost dinner time, so he had to go to the great hall. Coming down from the library, Reynolds went to Calory's place to help him to dinner, only to find that the room was empty. When he reached the hall at the bottom, he saw the old man there, as well as the three young people and Coach Dyson.
Dyson was injured.
He had taken off his shirt, and his chest and abdomen were bandaged. His right arm was fixed with a splint and hung in front of his chest with a bandage. There were also many external injuries in other places. Some tattered clothes were thrown on the ground, stained with blood. Dyson frowned and moved his upper body gently. When it hurt, he frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with himself.
Calory was putting away the medicine. "Come find me in three days to change the medicine. After ten times, you can remove the bandage, but the injuries to your arms and ribs will take at least three months to heal. You have to carry these injuries into winter. "
"It's nothing." Dyson glanced at Reynolds, his gaze somewhat complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Oh, there's one more thing. You can't yell before removing the bandage, and you can't do strenuous exercise, otherwise you'll heal even slower and suffer for nothing. "
Reynolds secretly gave Angola a look, which was filled with joy. Dyson could not yell or move, which meant that their training would be extremely easy. At least they would not be injured in the sparring, which was definitely a good thing.
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