Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 22: Mageweave Messenger

The priest really knows the existence of the diamond mark. Whenever this mark changes, I know that things are not that simple. The priest rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and showed the inside of his wrist. There were similar marks on it, except that there were three diamonds. It seems that his mark is higher than mine.

　　 According to the initial test mode, those who can be recognized by the Doomsday Agent are those who are lucky and strong, and after they have the mark, they can make graystone. It is enough to prove that the priest's strength is not trivial. You can see from his appearance that he has always been able to do well.

　　 He didn't choose to aggravate the conflict. It can be seen as an expression of goodwill. That's how I judged it.

　　 Tomie shook his gun at him.

　　 "Well, you come first, what is the mark?"

　　 "Take off your helmet, how about being honest?" He smiled peacefully and said to me.

　　 I stared at him for a while, then took off the helmet. Although the others were shocked, the corners of their faces twitched faintly. Although Fu Jiang had stated in advance that I was a student brother, they probably regarded me as a student of the Social University.

　　 I know my face is a template for top students, because everyone says so. It's a little unexpected that an underage honour student would shoot through a woman's shoulder without hesitation, and drove the "innocent" out of a wicked manner, isn't it? Even so, I can only shrug my shoulders in response to their surprise.

　　 "A handsome boy," the priest said.

　　 "Thank you." I said, "Can I talk now?"

　　"Here? Are you sure?"

　　"It’s not something shameful, right?"

　　 "I don't care, but everyone who has heard my commentary cares."

　　 "In other words, have you seen other people with imprints?"

　　 "I stayed here for a while."

The priest 　　 still has that deep smile, and throws the choice back into my hands. To be honest, this kind of person is not easy to deal with, has a delicate thinking and is also good at speaking skills, and knows that retreat is the way to advance. My junior high school philosophy teacher is such a person. He always gives students who make mistakes a dilemma. He regards torturing their young hearts as an interest. He believes that only mental pain can make people remember their mistakes for a lifetime.

　　I hate this kind of people, but I also respect them because they are good at thinking. Decisions made after thinking about the consequences are always full of scorching destructive power. I was fascinated by this power.

　　If you are a theologian, you are a fanatic.

　　 The priest in front of him is undoubtedly a fanatic, but he doesn't know what he believes in.

　　 Maybe hell? Hey.

　　 "Okay. Actually, I don't care." I looked around at the other people behind the priest, and they stared at me with bitter and horrified eyes, as if I was a movie with inconsistencies. Bloody cold freak. So I said again:

　　 "I want to let Fu Jiang know what I can, but someone has to stare at you. So, since you can't leave both of you, I have to let everyone listen."

　　 "You, you won't kill yourself after the fact, are you?" The middle-aged man in the suit asked hesitantly.

　　 "I haven't killed anyone yet."

　　Listening to me, they finally relax a little bit.

　　 "Then please speak up, Father." Fu Jiang said.

Father 　　 drew a cross on his chest.

　　"First of all, this mark is called Magic Weave. People who have magic weave are those who have been initially approved by the Doomsday Agent. This kind of person has an official name in the circle: Magic Weave Messenger."

　　 "Magic Weave Messenger? It's a handsome name, I like it." Fu Jiang said.

　　 "The Doomsday Agent? Who is it? How to get recognized?" the casual-wear youth asked in a jack.

　　 "There will be an initial test where everyone was sent, mostly tricky monsters. If you fix it, you will pass the test."

　　 "I didn't see it." said the man in the suit.

　　"That means someone passed before you, and the passed test is no longer generated, so those who come late are also considered bad luck. But if the first person fails the test, there is no chance of survival. "The priest explained.

　　 is similar to my guess, and Fu Jiang doesn't have any excited expressions on her face. She is a latecomer, and she likes the name "Magic Weave Messenger".

　　 "Is there no other way?" she asked.

　　 "Killing other Mageweave messengers can deprive the opponent's Mageweave." The priest said without a haste: "But the captured Mageweave is at the lowest level, that is, there is only one diamond."

　　 Now everyone's eyes are on my left hand. I know what they are thinking, but if they can be killed by ordinary people so easily, Mageweave Envoy will be a bit misleading.

　　 "Do you want it? Tomoe." I deliberately shook my left wrist in front of Tomoe.

　　 "There is a chance." Fu Jiang said with his lips curled.

　　"Ms. Tomie is indeed stronger than some magicweave messengers. Is it because she took a lot of graystone?" The priest turned from Fujiang to me: "You made the graystone?"

　　 "Two diamonds, two abilities, one is for appraisal of intelligence, the other is for making graystone." I think since it is a batch, the abilities should be similar, so there is nothing to hide.

　　 "If there is only one, it is to make graystone." The priest said.

　　 "What about three?" My eyes fell on his left hand.

　　 "Secret." The priest still put a kind smile on his face, but he unceremoniously refused to answer. "But I can tell you that I haven't seen more than three diamond-shaped magic patterns, and very few have two. You can be more comfortable, child."

　　 I just snorted, feeling noncommittal. It's good to read more books describing losers. The word self-satisfaction is never in my dictionary.

　　"Do you know? The people who enter this place are all messengers chosen by the heavens, so everyone is called the chosen one. But if there is no magic pattern, even if you eat more graystone, you will not be able to reach the C level."

　　 Both Fujiang and I know what he is referring to. In the personal evaluations identified, Fujiang is a D+ level, and I have not even reached the D level.

　　 "In other words, the magic pattern is proof of potential?" Fu Jiang asked.

The priest nodded cautiously.

　　"What is the difference between these levels?"

　　"This level is the evaluation of pure self ability after excluding foreign objects. E-level is an ordinary person, D-level is a person who can awaken, and C-level is a person who is awakened by supernatural talent."

　　 "Can I awaken?"

　　" I am born to be useful. Everyone has their own field of expertise. After taking graystone, not only will they improve their physical fitness, but they will also be able to dig deep into one of their own potentials until they reach the peak. For example, running, jumping, facial perception or Precision surgery and the like. I think you should also have some experience." The priest said pointedly.

　　 In this way, my talent in shooting and the power that Fu Jiang demonstrated in battle are all signs of awakening or imminent awakening. In this way, it makes sense to deal with monsters with weird abilities. People with talents are always more competitive than mediocre people. The reason why we keep learning is not just to embody our talents, so that we can be cruel. Win in the social competition?

　　 Greystone just speeds up this process.

　　 "Then what is the C level or higher?" I asked.

　　 "How can you tell me?" The priest asked back, his expression didn't look like a fake, and he didn't seem to understand either.

　　"Tomie and I took the same amount of graystone, but my strength is still not as good as her, why?"

　　"First of all, everyone is born different, and this injustice will be reflected in various aspects of the future. Just like the same exercise, some people run fast, some people run slow. In addition, the magic pattern will absorb part of the graystone Therefore, under the same amount of graystone, people without magic lines will strengthen faster, but this strengthening has a limit."

　　 "Class D?"

　　 "Yes, this is the natural limitation of the human body."

　　 "Father, what level are you?"

　　 "What did you say?"

　　 The priest hides everything about himself in a gentle smile. In addition to that, the gaze that explores everything and goes deep into everything has never changed. Reminds me of another famous fictional character, the learned paranoid, the freak of logic and detail, Sherlock Holmes. As I said before, it is difficult to break the tortoise shell of such a person. He may not be able to take the initiative to talk, but he can always take the initiative to answer.

　　 Use violence to make him surrender? It’s not clear if others have tried, but I don’t plan to do that. I never participate in bets where the winning rate is less than 50%. Is he stronger or weaker than me and Fu Jiang? This is no joke. But I boldly guess that he is a C-level.

　　The silence for a moment was broken by the priest~IndoMTL.com~ Is there anything else to know? "

　　 "Is the priest so amiable to other Mageweave messengers?" Fujiang asked stingingly.

　　 "That's not necessarily." The other party drew away lightly.

　　"The last question, how can I go back?"

　　 "Just find the node."

　　 "Node? I see, the place where fantasy and reality meet."

　　"It's just a point, like a singularity. It keeps moving, and only stays somewhere for a while."

　　 "So you guys are here..."

　　"Because the node is here." The priest affirmed me and Fujiang's guess: "Originally, there were two Mageweave messengers with me, but the other one just..." He looked back at the stone platform, and then said : "Dead, so, do you want to join hands here?"

　　 Fu Jiang and I looked at each other. There is no better choice at this time.

　　"But we have to fix it for a while. The gatekeeper is a powerful monster, right?"

　　 "Mandela monster, C-rank monster." said the priest.

　　 "It just so happened that we only killed a C-level monster last night." Tomoe said, stuffing both the shotgun and pistol into my hands, and took out the simple flamethrower behind the door when he came. "As I said, I came prepared this time."

Father 　　's gaze on the flamethrower was a little surprised, and his mouth opened slightly.

　　 "Oh, my God, you actually made this thing."

　　 "It's not difficult. I'm surprised that you are not prepared at all."

When 　　 was being said, the five surviving groups all had a depressed expression. They teamed up with each other, and they also felt that they were fully armed, and even the battle formation had been discussed beforehand, but now it seems that the level of professionalism is different.