Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 319: Dividing line (3)

319 dividing line (3)

I ate takeaway fast food at noon. I said hello to everyone and went back with Father Xi Sen. I planned to discuss things today, such as employment difficulties, and things related to the color classmates, because Bajing has already Because of the arrangements, I'm all at ease. The next time is for a few girls, and Shirai, as Morino's boyfriend, wants to accompany him. Hakkei and Sakuya would also want me to stay if the classmates were not there, but they seemed to have discussed it a long time ago, and they agreed that I must not contact the classmates for the next week.

I don’t know if the classmates of Seishi know this kind of thing. She can’t tell the slightest clue from her expression and attitude. She didn’t talk to me at all in the morning chat, and the sight that occasionally passed by looked like Inadvertently, she doesn't talk much herself, most of the time she listens like me, and she seems a little cautious. She is a friend of Morino, but she didn’t know that she was a whisperer. It was the first time to deal with other whisperers. Even though she had experienced a nightmarish strange incident together, she has been sleeping until now, so we are right For her, there is not much difference from a stranger, and there is nothing wrong with this kind of performance.

No matter where she is, she can’t find any abnormalities in her body.

Father Sisson has been living with me these days, and I was so troubled by a series of real issues that I didn't have a good conversation with him during this time. On the way home, I asked him about the magic pattern.

"Yes, this prismatic pattern is magic pattern." Father Xi Sen didn't mean to hide it. Of course, it seemed that if I didn't raise it, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell me these things. He lifted his left Wrists, wrap up the sleeves, revealing the three prisms on the inside of the wrists, "How many prisms are there, that is, how many levels of Mageweave Messengers, after the security certification of the ruling bureau ruins, they will also get the corresponding permissions. Each increase A magic pattern will gain some wonderful power."

Father Xi Sen has three prisms, the third-level magicweave messenger, and the third-level security authority for the ruling bureau ruins. I have only one, and it seems weak in terms of numbers, but I have fought Father Xi Sen before, but he was easily beaten by me. Although he feels that his ** is stronger than ordinary people, but it is still not my opponent. Moreover, even if the attack was sudden, but he could not escape, it also means that he, like a wizard, might be killed by me in a sneak attack. In this way, it doesn't seem entirely correct to judge whether the magic thread messenger is strong or not based on the number of magic threads alone.

Fr. Xi Sen generally agreed with this. He told me that even with the same magicweave level, the power of each magicweave messenger would not be exactly the same.

"Because everyone's own characteristics and qualities are inherently different." Father Xi Sen said: "It's like some people are born smart and strong, while others are born with disabilities and are idiots. First-level magic lines Strengthen the power of the Mageweave Messenger, the second-level Mageweave activates the potential of the Mageweave Messenger, allowing him to display his talents for a long time, and the third-level magicweave will force the Mageweave Messenger to gain super powers. However, some people are in When obtaining the first-level magic pattern, the body can be strengthened to an abnormal level. Some people are not strong at the first level, but when they are upgraded to the second-level, they can develop their own superpowers."

"Which kind of you are you?" I thought of Father Xi Sen's ability to control the wind when he rescued Morino. Obviously that is his super power. Father Xi Sen possessed when he became a Mageweave envoy of several levels. What about this ability?

"The second kind." Father Xi Sen replied freely, "My physical ability is not excellent, but..." He pointed to his head: "What you need to develop superpowers is the self and the world. Cognitive ability, I like thinking very much, so I gained super power in the second level."

"Control the wind?" I asked.

"No, it's controlling the atmosphere." Father Xi Sen didn't seem to conceal his assassin. Perhaps this superpower is not his most proud of stunts, "You can think of it as manipulating the atmospheric pressure."

Although his answer seems ambiguous to me, I don't think atmosphere and atmospheric pressure are exactly the same concept. Even so, Father Xi Sen's super powers are still very powerful. In this era when science is booming, even children know that whether human beings can survive on this planet depends largely on the atmosphere itself. Without air, one cannot breathe, and without an atmosphere, life will be destroyed by rays from the universe and stars. Every movement of the air current will affect the environment within a certain range, and even produce terrorist natural disasters worldwide.

I don’t know the extent to which Father Xi Sen can manipulate the atmosphere or the atmosphere, and whether he used a full-body solution when he knocked down the wizard, but from the perspective of development potential, he undoubtedly has the ability to become a self-propelled nuclear bomb. Extraordinary ability. But even such a powerful person is still forced by the Mar Jones family to leave his beloved sect, and has to wander across all continents.

"It's terrible." I said to myself.

"It’s not convincing for you to say this." Father Sisson said jokingly: "Superpowers are not omnipotent. I was almost killed by you. People's struggle ultimately depends on the person, and Not the superpower itself."

The horror I am talking about does not refer to Father Sisson, but to the house of Mar Jones, which has only been known so far and has not been able to find out. However, I have no intention of correcting Sisson’s misunderstanding. I subconsciously touched my left wrist. There is already a prismatic magic pattern there. If the first-level magic pattern is beginning to strengthen the user's body, how much has my body been strengthened? In the past seven days, I have not been able to spare time to test my current physical fitness, and every day I can feel that I have become stronger than the day before. This kind of strength is not reflected in the appearance, but it brings some small troubles to daily life, whether it is holding things or walking, I feel awkward. Whenever I just adapt, I have to adapt again the next day.

Moreover, the frequent sense of sight is still lingering. I always feel that what I have done before is so familiar, so I do it naturally now, but that familiarity is just an illusion. After all, the current body is different from the “former body” that shouldn’t exist, so in As a result, there will always be dumbfounding differences.

Sometimes, I also have a wonderful sense of feeling. I feel that I can predict the movement of certain objects, and even feel that even the dust wandering in the air is under control. But when I purposely wanted to know the predicted result, I found that there was no way to do it.

Now that I hear Father Xi Sen’s explanation of the magic pattern, I can’t help but think about it. Is this faint illusion a sign of superpowers? Such thoughts must be produced by people who have the same experience as me. Even mature and sophisticated adults will occasionally have such teenage dreams and feel that what happens to them by chance is the beginning of a miracle. .

I am not disgusted with this kind of dreaming feeling, I can even say I like it. Whether it is dreaming, hallucination, or daydreaming, it is precisely because of this feeling that my soul will not be dead. If someone says that I am a "daydreaming boy," then I will definitely not take it as ridicule and ridicule. Because I, Gao Chuan, is such a child who likes justice, heroism, fantasy and daydreaming. Even if I get older, I don’t want to change.

Nowadays, daydreams seem to have the potential to become a reality. How can I not feel more happy?

There is a beverage can that I don’t know who was thrown on the road ahead. I quickly walked up and picked it up. As before, I threw it to the trash can on the other side of the road. The sense of sight appeared again. I obeyed it and did not resist. Everything around, whether it is dust or cars, even the sound and images, and even the solid interior, have become a purely composed of lines and particles. In the hollowed-out scene of, these lines and particles are colliding with each other, and the world becomes different this time, full of a kind of vitality of movement. All this is not seen, but "feeled". The next moment, I was brought back to reality by the sound of the collision, and the beverage cans had already flown into the trash can across the road with great precision.

It’s not that there were such accurate throws in the past. It was just that it mostly depended on luck. Only this time, I came up with an idea that was not caused by luck. I felt that the world made up of lines and particles must not be an illusion. This kind of operation that seems to see through the world, as long as I think about it, it will definitely hit me, driving me to take out another drink can from the trash can and throw it out as before.

This time, that feeling did not appear. The beverage can hit the edge of the trash can across the road and bounced far away, almost hurting the pedestrians passing by. Under the other's anger, I felt hot from my cheeks to my ears, and quickly walked into a crowded place with my head hanging down.

"Do you always do that?" Father Sisson asked behind him, his voice sounding a little gloating.

I try to keep myself from becoming angry. The self-proclaimed calm self will always behave in a stable manner consistent with the image of top students in front of others, but when there are no acquaintances, he will indeed make special actions from time to time because of whims. This point cannot be refuted, but there is no "always" either.

"Occasionally, occasionally." I emphasized.

"Unexpectedly, you would have such a childish side." Father Xi Sen must have said this deliberately. He had long wanted to avenge the nosebleeds that I had beaten before, and now he is finally arrested. The opportunity is here.

"It's wordy." I muttered, speeding up again, and distanced from him.

Although this attempt still failed, my idea that the wonderful feeling is superpower has grown stronger. And because there is such a saying in the prophecy of the Eight Views that "the way to find the past" is present, I am also full of interest in seeing the unusually frequent occurrences. I feel that if there is really a "past" that I don't know, then the "past me" must have had such a powerful body and superpowers, and have done extraordinary deeds. Perhaps the "Past Gaochuan" was a hero who stood up and down. Like a legend, he saved the world but sacrificed his own memory. In the end, he grew up to be who I am now under the chance meeting.

Yes, even though the evidence is not sufficient, I still start to feel that the other Gaochuan that appears in the dream of the spiral staircase is the mysterious "past". Although, this "past" is completely different from my own past in my memory. When I was a high school student, and when he was in high school in Dreamland, as well as the city where I lived, Sakiya knew each other as a pair of interlaced spirals.

Everything seems to be in a dream.

I no longer worry about employment. I have been studying the magic lines on my wrist from afternoon to night, trying to exhaust myself. Of course, all this was done behind Father Xi Sen. I don't know if he already knows that I am also a magicweave messenger, maybe with his guidance, he will be able to master this power faster, but I just don't want him to know my progress.

Every morning, before Father Xi Sen wakes up, I come to the park which is only a 20-minute walk away from the rented house for morning exercises. Because of the summer, the sky has begun to light up at this time, and there are not a few people doing morning exercises, but I still found a secluded place deep in the park forest trail.

The path leading to this place is not a regular stone road, but an inconspicuous dirt path that will be discovered when you turn down from the main road and jump over a one-meter-high gully. I also don't know why I suddenly walked in at the time, just obeying the sudden sense of sight.

There is a simple toilet on the edge of the grass surrounded by trees, and an unmodified pond, which is about the place where ducks are stocked, and the shadow of the water fence can be seen from a distance. Because of the luxuriant tree canopy, the open space appears darker than the outside world, and when the wind and grass move, people will have the illusion of something peeping.

Most people will not deliberately walk into such a remote place. Even if they find that dirt trail and feel the noise and gloom inside it, they will be wary of exiting. But I really like such a place, where I can experiment with my own ideas and do behaviors that are ridiculous to outsiders. There is a whole land, a grass and a tree, even a stone, it belongs to me. Sense of exclusivity.

I tested my physical fitness here, and found that my previous estimates of explosive power in battle with wizards were actually incorrect. It's like a sports car that has an illusion when there is no windshield or a windshield. The explosive power that has a sequelae time after the fact makes me speed nearly 180 kilometers per hour at the moment of starting, which is equivalent to 50 meters per second. Although it is far from reaching the speed of sound, the resistance of the air is enough to give the illusion of crashing into the jelly. After that, the speed will gradually decrease, and the force will be released after ten breaths, and a variety of negative reactions will occur.

At such high speeds, other qualities such as the body's ability to react and think are correspondingly improved to a level that can be adapted. So as to exert a strong combat effectiveness.

According to Father Xi Sen, the first-level magic weave enhancement of the magic weave messenger will not be so outrageous. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary magic weave messengers to run at this speed, as described by Father Xi Sen at the first level. It is consistent with the strengthening of the abnormal situation during the magic pattern.

I tried to use sports science exercises and diet to improve this strengthening, but the effect is not satisfactory. It seems that this strengthening can only be done through magic lines. When I was extremely tired and focused on the magic lines, I could feel its rhythm. This pattern is like alive, parasitic in my body.

Although the magic pattern can be upgraded, I don't know how to upgrade. The sense of sight that often appears makes me feel that I should know this method more than once, but I can't remember it anyway. If the birth and use of magic lines come from the "past", then I have deeply felt that there is an invisible abyss between me and the "past".

I still insist on exercising, observing and delving into fighting skills. I learned martial arts, taekwondo and karate at a very early age, but in the past, I participated in these training classes only for fitness, to learn some self-defense techniques, to increase knowledge and socialize. When fighting wizards, I just waved weapons and controlled my body by feeling, and I couldn't use these fighting skills at all. Even so, I still killed the wizards cleanly. I think the instinct from the deep is more useful than the fighting skills learned from the self-training class~IndoMTL.com~ But now I can only look for ways to enhance my combat effectiveness with the idea of ​​"may be useful".

I also paid attention to learning how to use the dagger. The special folding knife was not returned to Father Xi Sen, nor did he ask me to return it. I don't know what material the knife is made of, and the material of this knife cannot be analyzed in the university's material analysis laboratory. I think, since it can wipe out the gray fog, it must be the legacy of the ruling bureau.

To put it bluntly, my talent for using short knives such as daggers seems to have been imprinted in my body and soul. It was only developed after contact with this folding knife. Since I killed the wizard with a folding knife, I have been able to understand other short knives besides folding knives, such as table knives and scalpels, as if they were part of the extended fingers. Whenever I cut an object with a knife, I have a sense of sight, and even my body becomes more flexible, able to make many movements that are unbelievable for me.

I became accustomed to attacking with a folding knife in the ten breaths of the explosion. Gradually, I changed from a burst of one breath to an intermittent burst. I alternated between the ordinary method of force generation and the explosive force method. . This alternation greatly enhances my ability to continue combat, and can also create the illusion that confuses others' eyes.

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