chapter 2 Creation

Flowers are still flowers, trees are still trees, and the blurred colors in the world are no different.

The difference is Roger.

When Roger woke up, he was like a fish in the pond. Looking out, the whole world seemed to be shaking gently in the waves. This flower, this tree, this color, seems to have become a painting, a two-dimensional painting. There was something behind the painting. Roger tried hard to see it, and even wanted to throw himself out involuntarily. However, just like the fish in the crystal fish tank, it bounced back in front of the picture every time. When summer passed and autumn came, Roger recovered. To be more precise, he resumed all his previous bad habits. When he got up in the morning, he no longer checked whether his hands had turned into hand bones.

Roger could clearly feel the existence of the origin of God, the silver eyes, the lines carved by the knife, and the ripples under the white robe, just like the fragments of a dream that occasionally flashed through his mind. Then Roger heart seemed to be lit with fire.

The necromancer's instinctive dislike of angels did not dilute Roger's lustful heart, but was gradually overtaken by the latter. The paranoia shared by many nobles was particularly evident in Roger. However, the way most nobles express their paranoia is by firmly believing that they are nobler than civilians and superior in everything. Roger's idea is much simpler, using the origin of God to create an angel of light as his pet. Roger has never been as eager to be powerful as he is now, and the Angel of Light is so unforgettable about what the divine world in the sky should be like. Owning a pet can only be achieved by a seventh-level magician. Relying on Roger's mental power, the necromancer specifically chose to leave behind the fused knowledge of the magic circle and the purity of the origin of God. When his magic reaches the level of a third-level magician, perhaps Can barely summon his own pet.

Feiss is a ninth-level mage, and the magic laboratory is a rather quiet two-story building deep in the academy. Originally, with Feiss's strength, no one higher than level two would not receive this kind of treatment, but because Feiss was also an accomplished alchemist, this was much more important than his magical strength. Because high-grade magic items are everyone’s favorite.

Of course, Roger's appearance is not pleasing to the eye. The reason why Feiss chose Roger as his apprentice was because he was really good at flattering him. On the other hand, Roger had many valuable gems in Feiss. Withstood the test before. Roger is by no means a gentleman who never picks up lost things along the way. He just understands the truth that "for the sake of big gains, small gains in front of you must be given up." There is another reason deep in Feiss consciousness, that is, as a commoner, he absolutely enjoys the life of being served by a noble. After several visits together, Feiss and Roger 's friendship quickly grew deeper, and they also found many things in common. But no matter what, Feiss was quite happy to see Roger suddenly delving into the magic circle and practicing magic like crazy.

"Teacher, what are these crooked symbols in the magic circle used for?" "Same as the spells you learned, these symbols are drawn to gather the corresponding magic energy in the space. The spells are drawn with different magic materials The functions are also different. The function of a magic circle is determined by the size, type and sequence of these accumulated energies."

"Aren't there many ways to combine magic arrays?" "Of course, there are hundreds of recorded magic materials, and there are dozens of magic energies with various pure attributes, including various divine powers. In addition, The number of combinations of spells that can control the size, flow direction, and time of energy is endless. The existing magic arrays are all summed up by predecessors based on countless failures."

"If a magic circle is drawn incorrectly and is activated again, what will be the consequences?" As soon as he asked Roger, he secretly cursed himself as a fool. Didn't the explosions that happened in Feiss laboratory from time to time explain the problem? However, Roger was really lucky. As an alchemist, Feiss's magic power was not very good, but he was really proficient in the knowledge of magic circles.

Three-quarters of the students in the Rhine Academy of Magic are nobles, and lower-level nobles like Roger often get some looks. Most aristocratic students are not as hardworking as commoners, but they are both junior mages, and the difference in magic equipment is enough for them to compete with commoner students. Due to the financial gap, students from commoner backgrounds had no choice but to improve their magic power through hard training. The original Roger neither had the financial resources to buy magic equipment nor was he willing to practice as hard as a commoner, so his strength was mediocre. Even if he occasionally bullied commoners, he was still a commoner outside the academy.

The days passed and the weather gradually became cooler. Almost everyone who knew Roger was surprised by his change. The short, fat and shameless guy now either buries his head in the pile of old papers in the library every day, or is locked in his room meditating. As the magic power slowly increased, finally on a snowy day, Roger's magic power reached the level of a third-level magician. In these days, Roger also unexpectedly discovered that after being completely transformed, this body possesses explosive strength and agility that is not inferior to that of a beast. "You are more like a monster than a human being," the Necromancer concluded. In the early stages of soul fusion, Roger could still converse with the Necromancer in his consciousness. Now, the souls of the two people have completely become one, and it is no longer possible to tell who is who. But obviously, this conclusion can only come from a necromancer who has a very good understanding of the body structure of humans and Warcraft.

Another surprise is mental strength. One afternoon when Roger was struggling with "The Principles of Wind Magic Array", those silver eyes were burning his nerves again. "I really want to take a sip."Roger thought of the wine glass on the table by the window. The longing for those eyes made him prepare to continue sinking into the ocean of magic circles, but he found that the wine glass was hanging quietly in front of him. As Roger was stunned, the wine glass hit him hard on the head, and the low-quality wine spilled all over him. After that, Roger discovered that his mental power could control moving objects. After months of ignorant and fearless practice, Roger was finally able to throw the cat out of the house after it had entered the house to eat. This ability is troublesome and useless compared to magic, but the little understanding of the origin of the world left by the Necromancer makes Roger vaguely feel that this ability is extremely useful. It was not until many years later that Roger realized that he had mistakenly blamed the Necromancer. At this time, his foresight turned out to come from a sinister villain's innate sense of conspiracy.

Anyway, this great day has finally arrived. Roger was almost ecstatically looking at the colorful array he had drawn in the room. Because this pet summoning circle needs to match the origin of God, a lot of changes have been made. Generally, the pets of mages are nothing more than small monsters such as goblins, crows, and black cats, and their uses are mostly for reconnaissance. The summoned pet has the most direct and essential connection with the magician's soul, and the death of the pet will generally bring heavy damage to the magician. In this regard, Feiss once asserted that the pet summoned by Roger was either a wild boar or a gopher. . Mage pets don't mean much in combat, even large creatures like Black Tigers. Instead of fighting with pets, it is better to use summoned beasts, which are powerful and safe.

Roger's spell chanting was completed, and magic power began to be injected into the magic circle bit by bit. From the outside to the inside, the symbols of the magic circle began to light up one by one, and various lights intertwined together. When the entire magic circle lit up, the devil's roar and the hymn of heaven intertwined and sounded in the magic circle. Roger was sweating profusely and his veins protruded, trying his best to support the magic circle's endless demand for his magic power. A black mist slowly appeared in the center of the circle, dripping with mercury-like liquid. There were more and more of this silvery liquid. When there were as many as one person's head, the mist dissipated, leaving only this mass of mercury-like substance that was constantly changing and rolling in the air. Roger recited another spell and placed his hand over the mass of matter. Slowly, a drop of golden water seeped out from Roger fingertips and dripped into the mass. The mass of matter suddenly began to squirm crazily, and masses of black mist sprayed out from it, covering the entire magic circle.

Roger sat weakly on the side, staring at the magic circle with hope, his silver eyes flashing in front of his eyes from time to time. Roger knew that this creature would be something that had never existed before in the world. No matter what it was, he hoped that this pet would have a pair of silver eyes.

The fog cleared, and Roger stared silently at his new pet, a tattered skeleton.

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